Sore-Love Kills Poem by Malaya Roses

Always sincere
Upon the rout of your sight,
Drawn many dreams,
Love meant for us.

You are the man,
Swan in white but the blackest heart,
Collapsed,
Smashed to the alley of regret,
An agonizing life is here.

You are my pain
You were my twinge
You are my sting
You were my throbbing grief
Upon god,
Pledge couldn’t bind me, no more.

Love
You
Lies
Hurt me once
Hurt me twice
Hurt me raw;
Death is the oath.