Lovelorn Tag

Meandering road and broken heart, 

Lugubrious face and pensive mind 

All are your deadly gifts to me. 

Thinking that I would pick 

The rose from you, I spread my hand, 

But the thorns of yours prickled. 

Blood gushed silently holding 

Lovelorn tag for me.

Eyes squirted tears 

The black clouds 

Thieved for masquerade 

To pour your love on scapegoats.