The death of love

Love so small but mighty,

sometimes sweet and tidy. 

The taste of love so amazing, 

but in the dead of night it’s crying. 

Pain rises at the peak of love it crashes, 

yet love still makes scratches. 

Silent love sits still like all is well, 

nothing hurts love more than not to tell. 

Love screams out loud in the whistling wind, 

hoping someone would care for a grin. 

Love so deep but still afraid,

it sings out loud and starts to fade. 

Knife cuts deep laceration leaves scars, 

and love leaves right out of the heart. 

So cold and now blue, 

if only someone really knew. 

Now love dead in the heart, 

for love was forever falling apart.