withered feelings, like frozen tears, litter the dusty floor, splintered shards of vows,

once meant never to be broken, lie callously shattered,

strewn across the carpet of dreams, torn and mercilessly tattered.

why does love die, with hearts tearing each other apart, while desire dimly begins to fade,

retreating to a far off place, in the bleakness of the shade.

we were once loved, exalted to the crests of joy,

but now we sit in the corner, not unlike an old forgotten, used toy …