Burnt love

The fire, the sun, the scattered leaves,

My soul, a storm that never grieves.

You never cared to turn or see —

Just gave your smile to strangers, free.

You came as laughter, soft and sweet,

Then turned to poison in defeat.

Now all I feel within my veins,

Is your betrayal, dressed as chains.

I thought love sacred, pure, divine,

A place where stars and hearts align.

But now I pray from far away —

Let even God not hear me say.

You broke the walls I called my grace,

Now rise in pride, your shining face.

For I have burned what dreams I grew —

Lay thorns on every path, if you.

My heart once stone, now scorched and red,

Don’t cool it down with words unsaid.

Let it remain as it became —

A shrine of ash, not love or flame.

The love where breath and peace decayed,

Where sleep and joy were both betrayed,

Don’t call it game or passing thrill —

It broke what even time can’t heal.

And those who heard your fiery tone,

Will name me now in shades unknown.

Not as a man who once was sane —

But madness carved into his name.

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