Why do we steal hearts
When they end up broken
Shattered open on the floor
Scares and pieces left and more
Why do we first pick their side
When in the end we are on the other
Fighting something so meaningless
Just because you're furious
What's the point of fighting a war
When if you win you have nothing to show for
Why do we send a vase a roses
When they always die
Like our lives and soon love
Yet some roses manage to survive
From your fallen tears
And tender care
They come back next summer
Ready for the picking
Yet your love is gone
So you watch the petals
Die
Like your love from
The very beginning