Burning Hearts

On an empty canvas of love,

they tried to paint a shade of red.

Little did they know then,

it'd be the colour of the tears they'll shed

They loved, until they couldn't love no more,

until their eyes burned with desire.

Little did they know then,

that their hearts would burn with fire

A fire, unquestioned, unrivaled, unscathed,

rose up from love's pyre.

Reminding them of unkept vows,

it consumed them in an untamed spire.

No water could ever extinguish its ire,

No rain ever quenched its thirst.

WIth all the tarnish eating into them,

Beng cold blooded is the only way they'd trust.

And all that's left in the end,

like fighting kites, like aimless darts,

fooled by love, fueled by love,

are two burning hearts.

Oh girl! Did you ever stop being vain?

Oh boy! Did you ever see her pain?

Once bitten twice shy,

but once burnt only rusts.

The colour of love starts to bleed,

until every drop is replaced with lust.

"Pick up the ashes and move on", they wonder,

"What about the faith broken?

What about that world you gave me and tore asunder,

Why did you just leave me yesterday as a token?"

Now life is all about hiding the scars,

listening to the broken symphony of what used to beat like a heart.

Learning to live in a world without a morning star,

Their canvas is black and white, love is a forgotten art.

And all that's left in the end,

like fighting kites, like aimless darts,

fooled by love, fueled by love,

are two burning hearts.