Love to me is nothing but a memory. Only the pain and tears have remained all these years. As I can't recollect the kisses, smiles, or the sweet serenity.
Our Love so strong then seems insignificant in the end compared to the sin you committed to my heart again and again.
My heart which you left froze, only to make it more easily broken.
Which is why Love to me is the heart's disease. Eventually causing the beating to cease. Leaving me weak, clutching my chest, and dropping from my feet to me knees. Screaming for God to head my pleas.
Love to me is nothing but a memory, one for which time is no remedy.
For as the days turn to months and the months to years, I forget the good times yet relive all the fears.
I still dwell on your lies. As tears still swell in my eyes. Teaching me a new level of dispise, when I think of you, my Angel that fell from the skies, realizing you were just the Devil in disguise.

RAMIII'09