Whats left once the love has gone?
That empty space
The place where the heart breaks...
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An earthquake, vulgar devestation
Find another path
Where happiness will leave less bruises
The soul can be cherished
If only for a brief moment
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Does there come a time
The second the last ribbon of love unties
Floats like a wilted petal
To lie forgotten on the forest floor...?
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Items of romance strewn carelessly...from one end of the hallway to the other
Colours faded, dust settled...the fire not hot enough to burn anymore
Random photo album harbouring white dress dreams..still lies...
where it fell, upon the hardwood floor...
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Pages turn slowly, riffle through chapters untouched
Cold hearts sear with fury, all the tears are not enough...
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Then, somewhere filled with a howling morbidity are the ones,
The poor souls begging for reprieve
From the rings and the hearfelt promises
Knowing nothing can be done to save this
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No more screaming, no objects flying, thrown with hatred
Just tired voices, shallow breathing
Notes of those who have given up trying
They know nothing is left
Once the love has gone... |