Beneath The Broken Hearts I

Beneath the broken hearts; Collections of poems by RandomAmp.
I.
    Where all of thy fears are uncloaked
Doth thou wish to sit beside me
To look beside the laughing ones
That are thine?
Those flowers there are on the floor for thee
Thou should take one
It is only fair.

II.
   I am a creature of habit
And one of these habits is loving thee.
Thou sit beside me
Those flowers are thine, I said to thee.
Thou smiled.
Now that is over.
What happened to thy smile?

III.
   It is almost subzero here.
I have the heater on
Yet I still feel cold.
Where art thou?
Where art my lover?
I miss thee.