Terrible Romance By: J. L. Moreaux

A love that feels like acid on your lips.
As you kiss, and feel with fingertips.
This love; its not the right time move it.
No love; its easier not to prove it.

A lost cause and missed feeling.
One must know their ceiling,
When they are constantly in bed
Crying about the dead.

This fear of losing your mother,
Father or other family against the world
Is a feeling that says the other
thing that had me in my bed curled.

"You lost your mother, Heather."
This should never be said.
A passion lost for ere'.
A passion that has bled.