Titanium Poem by Nur Syazwani

Once sweet ester romance are sparkles,
We making love in this crystal glasses,
But now the red roses going black,
Our love chemistry were dead.

Because you are titanium,
Transition metal in this term,
Heart of stone,
When everything’s so cold.

I’m sorry, didn’t really meant to be,
I’m the fire power baby,
Burn it all and exploded,
Our love more exhausted.

Because you are titanium,
Full of anger, shaking vigorous,
The crystal glass were broken,
One heart won’t be return.