The Tragedy

 Our hearts desiresGrew still
As our aging prospers
Our hopes once enlighten
now turning ungrateful
We've lost our faith
in a bashful fight
against our own hearts,
our minds become
Triumph as our hearts depleted
This love we felt
Wasn't enough you see
It was a masquerade 
our time fell short to
a spin of a dime
we had no chance to
It's best be a hocks
that power over came love
Oh please don't tell me
our blood stained fingers
Linger what's left of our torn hearts
Between power of our mind
And love from our hearts
what shall over come in our final tragedy in life?

Mine(: