This love is a hollowed out tree.
Becoming ever empty inside of me.
I can’t escape the visions in my head.
Reminding me of times where I was dead.
This is such an odd feeling to behold.
Like fairy tales i was once told.
As a child I was forced to believe in love.
Now it’s a feeling that I appear to be free of.
Where could my memories have gone?
Out of these conclusions that I have drawn.
I suppose for me love isn’t meant to be.
So I sit here just as hollow as a tree.