Addiction
Love is nothing more than an addiction,
An addiction carved in stone but not carved in white,
When love is present it falls like snow,
White peaceful and calming,
When love turns bitter it falls like ash,
Hot and black it chills the heart and burns it,
A burn that cracks my heart after losing past love,
Now the ashes will bury me and turn me to stone and my soul black,
A black hot grave six feet under,
While I slowly turn to solid stone,
After which I crack in two,
Like my heart when love left and its beating stopped.