Seven Ways of looking at a broken heart
Love is red
Love is dark
Love will turn into pain
It's like a plant
When its given love it will grow
But when its ignored
It will dye
Love will hurt
It wont have a cure
Other than the one
That will get there and replace the pain.
It's a need.
Everyone has to have it.
Knowing everything has an end,
People still risk it and give all they have.
The warm arms holding you
Making you feel protective,
Will turn cold and when you least expect it
They will be gone and no longer protecting you.
A rover in your eyes
Is what will become the end
Knowing you lost
The one you thought was the one.
You will end up with fear
You will think it's your end
But someone will come
And give you the warmth you need.