Love is Dead, Love is gone.

Love turned lust,
Flames turned dust,
My shouts turns heads,
All except yours,
My love turns dead,
As you walk in your door,
I can still hear your laugh ringing in my ear,
I can still feel my anger turn to fear,
When will you stop taunting?
Your prescence is haunting.

I lock myself in,
And then hide in my room,
My heart dwells on,
The love I once knew,
With a raise of my hand,
And a twist of my wrist,
The pain then subsides,
But love still exists.

I'd like to look at you,
I'd like to hate,
But I saw through your bad points,
That script as my bait,
All my other characters,
Renn, Gee, That shrew,
Why did I pick Hermia?
She made me love you.