Bitter Love

Hearts were never meant to end up in the snow
Frozen to porcelain/
why?
no body knows
My dreams are films of moments
that I try to relive.
You don't think the same at all
this means nothing 2 you.
this pungent romance,
that i fumble to and call "love"
this reason for being;
my justification of my own existence
Hearts are never served on plates anymore.
they throw them all away.
Please care enoough 2 smile back when I pour my heart to you...