Love Complaint
To once again agree to sacrifice
My emotions, which can be so easily shattered
With one mistake I’ve paid the solemn price
My young ambition’s crusades hath changed my fate
Hidden truth, which senses not so enamored, can view
Once spoken in anger, would cause my descent into hate
And bring such an unknown persona anew
Truth be told, I died that day, I am not my self of old
My body, the land where a shadow of myself rambles
To have loved and lost, is better than not loving, I’m told.
My pensive soul dissents, citing my life now in shambles.