Fickle Love

The car door slams as if the stormy wave crashing into the land Away you walk leaving our love baron and cold Inside feelings of rage, fire, explosions, the sound of my heart Beating like a marching band through my tissue Unable to focus on reality our day dreams becoming nightmares I am hurt, hurt and angry at you for putting us in this situation Where volcano's were allowed to erupt, with lava consuming all in its path No remnants of our humanity will survive this titanic eruption The charred remains of our love, fickle because of your spite Hang your head in shame as if condemned to death Because treason of love no matter how fickle it be, is unforgiven 23/10/17 - Laura Loo - Deep and Dark II