RedRavenPoems

Red line points to love

Supposed to be from the stars above

But in truth it’s all a lie

It comes and leaves with a nasty surprise.

We fall so hard, we fall so fast

Hoping that it will always last

But we know within our mind

That love is not ours to find.

We seek it out; sometimes we beg

And in the end we all regret.

The things we think

The hopes we have

They fade away, like grains of sand