That was it
the **** bit
where love ends
where promises are broken
where kisses freeze
on cheeks or lips.
That was it
the tough bit
where cancer creeps
spider like
or slithers through limbs
as snakes through grass
and you die.
That was it
the hard bit
where suffering outweighs
the scales of prayers
and the child cries
for a loss
up the tall stairs.
That was it
the crucifying bit
the nails hammered in
the cross of flesh and bones
the heart plundered
for feelings and sense
the last farewell
no recompense.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
That was it
the **** bit
where love ends
where promises are broken
where kisses freeze
on cheeks or lips.
That was it
the tough bit
where cancer creeps
spider like
or slithers through limbs
as snakes through grass
and you die.
That was it
the hard bit
where suffering outweighs
the scales of prayers
and the child cries
for a loss
up the tall stairs.
That was it
the crucifying bit
the nails hammered in
the cross of flesh and bones
the heart plundered
for feelings and sense
the last farewell
no recompense.
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