Blossoming Hearts

Love amongst a world of cruel betrayal
Blossoming hearts have no chance when burned
Upon being trampled, they start to wail
They had never known pain, and now they yearn.

Yearn for a solution to the sharp pains.
That are similar to small shards of glass
Piercing through skin and slicing through their veins
The burning sensation spreads like a rash

Consuming the hearts with fiery waves
They squirm, twitch, and try to escape the pain
They realize they have no chance but to slave
To slave away, getting rid of their shame

These blossoming hearts will soon be destroyed
All because of one ridiculous boy