Dust to dust, ashes for her passion

Trapped hopelessly in the romantic
fantasy of her enchanting mentality
like archaeologists seek truth in myth  brushing aside the dust within ruins
so too is the mystery behind her bruises

Each scar tells a tale of once upon a time
intimacy wasn't just sparks ignited easily
and left to die but a ferocious flame  blazing in heat of affection fed on a daily
by the seeds that become the oak trees
firmly rooted in what layed within minds

Bandages cover the severe wounds
hidden from the heart's naked eye
trying to peek at the burned bridges
of the intensity from her ex lovers fire
As flesh turns to dust when set alit
the remains of her heart is ashes desire