He pierces her heart with his words, softly spoken.
And love slips away, across the floor, out the door.
She crumples inside, but pretends she’s not broken.
Love tiptoes away, steps lightly, leaves quietly.
She paints a seascape, he sees an ocean.
And love seeps away, creeps away, out the window.
She is the story, of love’s big emotion.
And love is depleted, worn-out, defeated.