People love,
People cry,
People lie to find someone.
Though it hurts to love someone,
When your heart is in pain,
All memories are but a fleeting fame.
But your love for me seems so lame,
Perhaps it's just a broken piece in the quest for love,
Or maybe finding love is to endure the bleed.

In the darkness of the night,
When shadows deepen and swallow light,
I lie awake, my thoughts entwined,
With echoes of a love unkind.

The weight of sorrow, hard to bear,
Crushing me with deep despair, ...