Experience fuels pain,
And pain fuels emotion,
Then emotion moves fingers rusty with age.
Nothing to gain,
She downed the black potion,
Consumed by an ever darkening rage.
Stone cold turns she,
Grey, unmoving,
From which trust is not easily obtained.
Fault found by he,
Who's good at leaving,
The memory of him tears her further apart everyday.
He insisted on healing,
Destroy every trace,
He thought that would help her let go.
She, still believing,
Loving his face,
Hurt more than he could ever know.
