The Death Of Love

To stare upon a midnight thunder,

Makes your heart fill with hunger,

For a word so undefined,

That in an instant you feel declined.


Why do we force ourselves to cry,

When we are promised nothing but a lie?

Why does the world emphasize such meaning,

To a word that is so defeating?


To feel the pain, to feel the loss,

To give our heavy hearts a toss;

Will this work out, will this be fare?

Will the owner of my heart, ever care?


Today we announce the death of a word,

That too many people can no longer afford,

A word whose purity we cannot regain,

Are we destined for disdain?


Our minds are set,

Our goals are met,

Will this word forever stay a lore,

Oh will we ever love once more?

The End

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