I loved
I lost
I hated
I lost
I turned into stone
I lost
I loved again
I could lose
I couldn't hate
I may lose
I will turn into stone
I don't care if I lose
Or
Just be.
Me.
And my Soul.
Pure as burning coal.
Burning with love. hatred. stones and a lot of Question Marks.
Burning. Like you.
Not for you.
Not for your love.
Not for your careless whisper.
Not for your scented shadows.
Your coal'd soul'd Question mark.