Tempestuous love, where have you gone?
This lonely heart is aching for your warmth.
The shades I’ve drawn for I haven’t had the heart
to gaze at the predawn alone in my room.
Wicked love, how you’ve played me so.
I thought there is something special waiting for us.
Yet, you cower and flee from the fire in me
afraid to be burned, afraid to be consumed?
Betraying love, I haven’t had the heart
to fight, to be angry, to cause you pain.
I love and have loved you before
but this I will let go for I am nothing to you.
-Little Ink Elf 011513-