Forgotten PromisesOur hearts are cold, now.
We drank the fatal drops,
Loved until we bled.
Now we fall apart.
We long for the fire that burned between hummingbird lips,
That spark of magic.
Icicles line veins, choked with unsaid words, festering.
But this is life,
If you hurt, you feel more, they said.
Well they're right I guess.
This makes us more alive against our wills,
Like the opposite of what drew our beings together.
Turned backs and cracked hearts,
We wait, hateful.
But love will never touch us with her rosy light.
Our hearts are cold, now.