..victims of choice..

This life of silent cries,
They tear soul and hearts apart.
This time is broken with the lies,
Corrupted thoughts make sense depart.

Beloved are here for the pain
And dreamers for the dreaful fear.
So each of us will only gain
Remembrance of dying dear.

We try to step away of love,
We are afraid of having friends,
We want to hide the tender love,
Deep in ourselves with trembling hands.

We blame our lovers,make them cry,
We listen to the innervoice,
And no regrets the passion die-
We are the victims of the choice.