She Wants For Love Poem by Saint Cynosure

With every lie he tells a tear,
a wish to go unfilled.
She wants for love but love is lost,
untruths are what life yields.
Fear inside and all about,
her heart is full of sorrow.
Joy it seems in never bought,
happiness is borrowed.
Comes to her the steepest price,
yet willing she does pay.
And ever little peice of her,
is slowly stripped away.
Heartbreak is her circumstance,
not knowing what is real.
She wants for love but loves lost,
untruths are what life yields.