Love/Hate

He'd walk through the cold nights; she would catch him from his fear of heights.

He'd infrequently tell her lies; she would erase his name from the skies.

He'd spill his heart out on the letters; she would be with him if he was under the weather.

He'd dishearten her and make her cry; she would departure, soar and fly,

but any day, he would take the bullet and die.

- Pauline