Lover who Loves me

Lover
who loves me…
with every fiber of his being.
Like a moth, I sit, mouth tightly closed…
Whilst words continue to grow in a garden of sweet lies…
I do not try and defend myself, as I have struggled so long
to let this true love fade and die.
Now I set here and
Cry.

Who
Could of known
one honest mistake would have bloomed,
into this garden of wrong , I lay my soul down to rest and I know
upon my lips, his kiss of love shall be eternally missed
and in my tomb, I pray for this love to cascade
and grace upon another
while I slowly
Die.

Loves
Poison bites intensely
Breaking a true lovers heart, is a profoundly darkened art...
one that hurts deeply in two hearts, that now stand alone in the dark.
One wondering why and the other living only to die.
Praying for a falling star to drift down from the sky,
wishing to look into true loves eyes asking one
final question of
Why?

Me
Was, I the cause...
Did I forget to remind you of my love?
I don’t understand, why things ended this way…
I loved you through it all, I believed in the, “You and I.”
I knew in my soul we had found the road to true loves destiny.
A life full of fairy-tales and living out our fantasy,
where love forever
"Lies".