When Love Fails....

Yes it's all about love, whether we live or die, whether we laugh or cry. If you died before your time, it was about love, just where,what kind we may not ever really know but love has gone and made it so. your mother died or left or killed the little heart left unfulfilled, your lover tore your soul in two the pain was great and you were blue. you're much too ugly /strange/too old to ever have true love enfold, your wretched //empty /awful self and so you put you on a shelf impervious to any chance, of finding out a true romance. No one understood or cared about the marrow that you shared your very blood and bones you poured, out to the world and were ignored. oh God ,that one could stand alone, not craving flesh and blood and bone to make us feel we have a place we have to see it in a face the face of love that wasn't there and now you're gone, we don't know where.