Tears are falling as a sign
I'm not willing, you leave
love white broken bones are no different
that there is only sad spoken word
where is the love that used to present smile

My love in the arms of compassion
you are only limited suction
developing flower buds withered dried droop
thee polluted,,,

whether the promise of love where you catapult
expectations and loyal so my grip
but thou withdraw
with a bag of hope
I charge appointment
I do not want you to double