Take my heart

After all; tis' love's tradition

To tear one apart

From regrettable birth

To loveless winter

To suffered faith

Tis' you who are remembered

From loveless soul

To loveless mind

You are the lesser truth

Softened into lie

Greedily, you take fleeting innocence that longs to know you

When what follows is only scorn

As you truly are like a rose

Tis' beautiful, but it has its thorns

~ Tae Tae Dreamz