Not Even A Tear Drop

Every heartbeat grows cold. Every drop of blood wasted on our souls. Every tear shed for that special rose. I am sorry, but I cant expose my self unless I look to the ground in shame. Its because love lies between the heart's of life and death. Each soul wickeder than the other. Life is so cruel sometimes, when a girl spits in your face after recognizing your pathetic ways. If we were desperate, than life would have ended up a more painful game. Life truly is a game thought and death is a more like a maze. We try to avoid it in every way possible, but does it remove the pain of this broken heart? I never did love the same after this girl threw me out without shame nor dignity. I didn't know that a soul could even shed a tear. I never knew that love could be painful and dreary. I know that shame is unmistakable, but when a girl throws you out, then maybe it is more than okay to hide your face in shame. Love is a game and so is life. We must learn to manuiver around it so that we will know better when the another comes around. We can teach ourselves from our mistakes and from them we can show that cold hearted devil that were more than capable of moving on. We may look back and see them in it sometimes, but every heartbeat learns to warm itself when its cold so live on forever without thinking too much about that red horned menus. Tell me what you think. Do you think that special girl or guy, that you thought were special, would last forever? I did and in the end I was speared by a dove. She was so precious and koi, yet I was stupid to think she wouldn't put me to shame. Farewell to love. Farewell to the girl that left me in vein. She may have never noticed, but in the end she never cared. A dove she is no more and that blood that was wasted on my soul, now floats above wasting time till that angel makes a women turn into my true love.