Am I so deserving to keep falling for a love which isn’t true? My heart quivering unsoundly, speaking intently that this isn’t you. Oh where can I find such delicacy in love that I may know and speak of as my own? Instead watch as it belittles this thing called my life; listen keenly as my inner heart wisps in a sigh of melodious moan. I’ll stride quicker and fool myself by saying, instantaneous love is awaiting me and life is just; I swear this to be true. It’s too late, love is too callous to find me. I’m lost and forever undone with the fallen of my tremulous heart as I lie obsolete in this dying earth of what I once knew as love.