Heartfull Matter
I stutter or does stutter the heart
Hiccupping the pained cupid dart
That hit with pain yet revealed no gain
Bloody stain of cadavers that attain
My intention, should I mention
There’s no apprehension
To a broken heart
Fluids that are rowed by the rower
Of the pained heart of mine
God fearing man yet no Noah
Can’t take mange-et trios at a time
I wanted be your one, you’re only
But stonily you told me no see
I only wanted the flowery seed
That grew to fulfil a loving deed
Yet the pained heart tells no lie
.Why the hate.
Rejection wouldn’t have cause me to die
But you implacably told me so
“Your love is passive as placebo”
So I know you past the passive love
Someone shot down the holy dove
.
The lover leprously lives on
Never again believing a love song