What was

its a......poem.......

             What Was

 

 

Love dying

Trying

To find its way

Back to the day

When it was alive and burning

When it didn’t morning

  Over the sorrow

That will come tomorrow

Truth be told

All it did was mold

An unhappy soul

 

It was beautiful once

Only once

Then came a stranger

That brought our love to danger

This stranger ruined our trust

Which was a MUST

 

Without it there was no love

Like an injured dove

That couldn’t soar or

So it just……….died.

 

 

 - Poison (Rin)