@samuellance
Only love π can hurt π€ like this, sorrowful π at gleam piercing a needle's deep,
Into the soul, breaking the spirit, to an outward pain of a heart bleed π©Έ,
Drenched by broken π promises, and a million thoughts of memories deem,
Unto a life, once held in love's dew, to the night veils of a spiteful dream.
Drafted from the shadows of an emotional drift, spaced out this misery,
Of a choice, leading an army of words to a selfish war, of pain and agony,
And left without a shield, the heart β€οΈ suffers the most without an infirmary,
For love, reckoned as a bright light π―οΈ, cast the fate of a greater adversary.
Samuel Lance βοΈβοΈ