Frequently Ends
Love is undying,
I heard someone say.
My heart started crying,
as I stepped away.
Lies were brought,
to my ears.
Lies I have followed,
and lived with for years.
If love is undying,
then where is he?
If love is undying,
shouldn't he be here with me?
Love is a good thing,
between family and friends.
Love between two people,
frequently ends.
If love is undying,
why are tears shed?
If something is false,
it shouldn't be said.
