Drafts of the Soul

Passionate Hater

A passion that was once beautiful
Turned into deep hatred
Was the melody of gracefulness
Now a burden to one's fate

When the rose petals fell
They became ashes
Just as how the hot fire of love
Turned into a blizzard of dismay

Trying to sway like dandelions
But was going against the currents
Tossed a heart in the river
Cleanse away the wounds of hate

If the flute sings its song
Would it touch the heart of stone?
Lure it back to its dungeon
As if it could wake the dragon

As another sun comes
The stars start falling from the sky
If I were to catch the stars
Would it take away the pain of tomorrow?