When you love someone

And you have no better  way to show it,

Your feelings are doomed to be known.

Your heart is destroyed with feelings

Like clothes thrown in a drum

Full of sulphuric acid.

Who will appreciate what’s unknown?

It will expire like unused airtime in a phone.

You then wonder why you have a factory of feelings

That can never seem to be expressed.

I want my heart to be refreshed,

To know that I loved someone

And also be loved wholeheartedly.

It hurts to end as wishful thinking

For the love I sacrificed for started sinking