The rogue.

And so rogue Love
what will you
do today?
Oh, I might break
a few hearts today
for love gives
and love takes away.
Why?
Because one gets tired
nurturing the heart,
there to support it’s
every whimper,
its every cry and
the way it clings
and hangs on...
pathetic!
No I want to be free
of such strings.
Free as the air
to roam anywhere
I like so why
do you ask
deadheart?
Have you lost your
pulse for living?
Well! Get use to it
just do your job
I’m leaving you.