Dreams of passion and heat untamed, calling his name until I am shamed.
Closing the door to my heart's hold, he shows me swiftly how he's gone cold.
He tells me sorry and do not cry, it's just not worth one last try.
Passions hold has slipped away, running fast and swift the other way.
To try again would be a shame, sending me reeling and turning to flames.
My touch was so gentle and sweet, I thought that it to be a great treat.
Hearing his words cut as a knife, sent me running burning with strife.
Could I know how this could end, no one knows it was just pretend.
Lora
