Misled

What’s a heart once you've melted it

 But A cold, puddle of blood
And flesh?
What’s a hand once you’ve caressed it
But another limb,
Tainted by your touch?
What’s an eye once it’s seen new found love
But a simple vessel,
Infected and blind?

What’s a soft touch
But a strange notion of deceit ?
What’s a sweet whisper
But a bare utterance of lies...