Stranger

When I used to write about love


I neglected the beauty she held

My tounge was sharp to her
Even though she was soft.
And my heart full of anger
Even though she was kind

I brought upon her a stranger
Who tainted her purity.
A stranger that made me blind
To what she holds


When I used to write about love, I assigned her a bedmate, who put out her flame
I never realized what he was doing
Until it was too late


when my castle fell
And my heart crumbled
I just had one last question to this stranger
I asked his name


And with a sinister voice he replied

"pain"