Her Love

Flurry of arrows, your tongue held,

Rained upon me, driving onto my heart,

Every drop, oozed out, in red

Till my death made  me a stone .

None other than me, you promised,

Quenched your thirst of life,

Till u found a more juicy one,

And I was left, a dry stone

To start again, she told me,

Emotions for me, that she had,

But the stone i was, couldn't love her,

For you had drained myself, my love

And there I stood, a stone against time

And she, a tree, held me tight,

Whilst you had your crooked laugh.