Betrayal

There is something innate within you,
something bloomed from above.
It offers life, pain, bleeding,
but most important love.
Though it dwells inside you,
never to come out.
Someones there to claim it,
Leaving you nothing but crimson doubt.
I tell you all this moral,
So that you may not feel this sorrow.
That when you hearts is purloined,
May be closer than tomorrow.
Cherish this gift your bestowed
As if its all you have.
Before someone else consumes it,
and rips your soul in half.