In the chambers of her heart

There are caves that have darkness.

And her light of love is suffocated.

Tortured by pain and heartbreak

The butterflies of love are killed by hate.

And her heart of love was lost.

There was a time she had a bouquet of roses.

Black and red petals

but now only lies a dead garden.

Her heart was sickened by frustration.

And she was tired of empty promises.

when her heart betrays her.

And falls for another.

She bites her lip to bleed.

Then replace her desire with pain.

Even though sometimes she envies and wishes

For the perfect someone

Her pain frowns at her

But still, at times, her heart races.

And her palms sweat

Especially when someone gives her a bouquet of flowers