My passion, gone, like the fleeting summer’s heat
Neither frozen nor burning do I feel
I await in limbo for more sentiment to greet
Desiring proof for my heart’s death or heal.
You released my heart from your grasp
Like a bleeding autumn leaf tumbling to its death.
I clung to the string with a longing clasp
But you left my heart to rot till its last breath.
I thrived on the burning heat of misery
I relied on the freezing ice of hatred
But the summer breeze became wintry
And the snow has long melted.
Now as you can see, you left me in purgatory
Hoping for a new love to wrench me free.