the wedge is driven deeper into the heart,

to bleed till death 'tears' me apart

each sec. do i sigh 

to think that it wasn't 'love' as thought i 

cannot mourn the passing out of joy,

cannot celebrate the coming of age.

fluttering egos clash in a golden cage,

'Love' was just another word, a mindless toy.

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