What are we without love?
a void shell,
with no emotions to tell,
no delusional compel,
butterflies in the stomach dwell,
no passage for thoughts to expell.
Look how weak it made me,
as he left me alone by the sea,
sitting by the shore on my knee,
please untie the invisible string you tied so I could be free.
My hands have worn out writing letters for you,
you inked my heart all blue,
now cheeks with tears of rue.
Was our love a strain?
that you put all my efforts in vain
and me feel disdain about you?
Was it a planned move,
or was I the fool?
