Poetry

Lost in the dust blown by the wind
confused by the trust that grew cold and thin
locked behind gates of forbidden love
watching the feathers turn black of a dove

just froze in time, stiff and still
the heart stands bitterly at the top of a hill
everything turns dark as the color drains out
red falls from the mouths of the ones who shout

there's crime and murder that never ends
the ground under their feet begin to bend
they're all separated from the other with a shove
all thanks to the gates of forbidden love