Litte words of advice

Her cold glass eyes
Pierced and sliced threw mine
Inevitable hatred flowing
Leaving no evidence behind

Her dark heart withered
Like a raison in the sun
Distrait beyond belief
This was no longer her game of fun

Quivering in her wake
No sorry could undo
I was dead in her eyes
And dead in mine too.

She once had a heart
So pure and full of joy
But I'll tell you something
Love is not a toy