The Core

It's rotten in the bottom of the core of love. Crunched up and tossed, once found now lost. Glimmers like teases poke and whisper. Tickle and blind me with their shimmers. The shake from the quake craked the center, All the love slivered away to the hate bay. Some say it was ment and others no comment, but something happened that night. As the core tries to gather the loss, sinks deeper in dirt covered moss with nothing it stays in its sorrows, and dreams no more. "Farewell" the core said and whimpered off. Trying to catch the glimmers once lost. Not knowing that this is the end, Of feeling ever again.