Dreamers with empty hearts and frozen hands,
you come running
crying “love”
when it’s
Convenient
when you’re tired of carrying the weight of the
world (responsibility)
and I let you in
the foolish, gullible villager falling
Always
for your tricks
but one day,
Your cries will no longer sound genuine and
that,
my love,
is the day you’ll perish
— a warning (y.c.)