The veins in our arms are empty
Like the rivers we used to cry
They now sit in complete absolution
They have naught ~ They are dry.
We both were scorned
Though years ago
Neither one of us
Are willing to let go.
We both pack our bags
Then smile at one another
We could hug or touch somehow
But why even bother?
Broken houses are all around
People are made a mess
What we create from walking away
Leads to much more than distress.
We’ll both be older when we love again
When we learn to trust our core
It will be years before you trust
That every woman isn’t a petty whore.
Parents need to be notified now
But first we sit the children down
The rumor mill started months ago
Our agony has already gone around.
We’ll force smiles to perpetuate stillness
When really we just want to cry
But it is times like these we both know
It is time to say goodbye.
Beautifully Expressed. Enjoyed it so much!
Powerful words that wrap around the heart, with truth and so much passion too, beautiful..!
Painful and poignant. Nice piece.
Howling at the moon