A Fraud Of Love
The impregnable heart that I now own
Once was penetrated, but no emotion was shown.
Your adolescent games and gains
Showed me new contented pains.
My love, born from your infatuation,
Is now a figment of the imagination.
I hold out empty arms in sleep;
Dreams aren't real but hurt so deep.
Our broken pride and reputations
Bring us painful new sensations.
And in our lonely hearts, I fade,
Drifting into the darkening shade.
