Love for the 'one' was once pure,
Yet, when the 'one' become the 'ones',
Love was poisoned,
Full-heartedly in love was the religion,
The sun and moons passed countless.
The heart eaten by darkness,
Slowly,, while proving the love,
To the 'one' whom.. the only diary,
Without the 'diary',
Life was too empty.
Time,
The soul once cherished,
Forgot about time,
Idealistic in the blood,
Now time is very still.
Still time..Very still..As flowers bloom, out of tears.
In love, trust no more.
~LoveHate&Heart~
