Love's flame is burning out quicker

Wondering what the future holds

In the palm of earth's distress

Prophecies fortold

Its been said once and it will be said again

Love is not always worth the fight

Love is like a fashion trend

Burned out in one cold night

Broken hearts and untold stories

Of lusting men and their moods

Descriptons unfold to be so gory

Fast actions; lustful and crude

Ending in a never again happy way

Full of fears and nightmares alike

Deadly, blurry nights and days

Shaking in shear fright

Never meant to make that mistake

But make it was the sin

So as the story comes to be told

She will never smile again