Love most rust

Why is it such a fuss?

I tried to have a normal day

And waits for it to play and pass away

But why does it decayed

As they leave, I swipe the floors

And broom the dust but these words on the floor have lust

So this is what it means for love to Rust

Hasn’t it been enough?

It’s tough enough

Oh How’s the words dig into the wood floor

The more the further

temptation

temptation that is not a want

But a need

To make myself feel more relieved

but the news this can bring

the further destruction that I can cause may lead to me, causing a bigger leak