The Currency of Love
Whoever said “love don’t cost a thing” lied Cause, when you Add up the broken heart of the whole With each shatter, fragment multiply the tolls Combine that with every tear shed Factor in every hollow word Then increase all the confusion Triple it with empty promises Double the dimensions of deceit The ache plus infinity Credit now ruined Love equals debt April is National Poetry Month, and for the 30 days of April, I will write a poem each day.