Love pretends

I will burry my soul in 8 feet of dirt,

For her love just once not to hurt,

With every good there is bad,

With every sadness there is glad.

Unknown to you the heart so trampled,

My mind thus scrambled.

On your heart mine detest.

To get our love off my chest.

And in circles we go round,

Like a ball rolling,

Nowhere to be found,

Our love unfolding.

It stands next to the black,

In the witches hat,

And cat that’s black,

Where there is no sound.

Listen quietly to the winds of time,

As they blow the cement chimes,

And frolic takes over the mind.

Where its quiet and not loud.