They say things are better off left;
But not me. I want to;
It’s the drug that I can’t – I don’t
Want to stop taking.
I want the truth.
Do you still yearn for the love of a cruel heart?
Who in its confusion, left the Garden of Eden
To chase after an illusion,
For a life more ‘grand’.
Such cruel heart,
Who held Sunshine and Innocence in its arms,
And turned and ran as if harmed;
Like how darkness cowers from light.
A flower blooms in absence of nurture,
But a storm glooms in light of its future.
With everyday passing,
It asks questions and is filled with longing,
For the touch of a hand who could never give love.
For the love of a heart who had none from the start.
How cruel can such a heart be?
Whether by intent or mistake,
Left nothing but questions without any explanations.
Knew the existence of pain but never came back to mend it.
Saw the light shining bright,
And confused itself with its own selfishness and greed.
Such a cruel heart,
Does not deserve the love that freely gives,
Nor the love that easily forgives.
It will give,
Because despite the pain left behind,
The love of a cruel heart
Is what it still wants to find.