There are roses in the road
tear soaked tissues
torn up pictures
with letters on fire.
They are the breakup play-list
for hang overs
and scratches on the hood
from relationship status updates.
The secret poems
in songs of heartache
and paintings thrown in the trash.
A fingerless engagement ring
unworn wedding dress
and a honeymoon for one.
The divorcees still wondering
and the mothers and fathers
who didn't quite make it
There is never knowing
and always wishing
but never seeing it.
Not to mentioned the ex
you can't forget
and the unfortunate person
who can't afford to leave.
all the widowed wives
who are forgotten after death.
and solders with no one
to return home to.
But all the while
a broken chord
amid the misfortune
and sorrow of the world
could not escape the
thresholds of inevitable ends
Aug 4, 2011
Aug 4, 2011 at 8:47 AM UTC
There are roses in the road
tear soaked tissues
torn up pictures
with letters on fire.
They are the breakup play-list
for hang overs
and scratches on the hood
from relationship status updates.
The secret poems
in songs of heartache
and paintings thrown in the trash.
A fingerless engagement ring
unworn wedding dress
and a honeymoon for one.
The divorcees still wondering
and the mothers and fathers
who didn't quite make it
There is never knowing
and always wishing
but never seeing it.
Not to mentioned the ex
you can't forget
and the unfortunate person
who can't afford to leave.
all the widowed wives
who are forgotten after death.
and solders with no one
to return home to.
But all the while
a broken chord
amid the misfortune
and sorrow of the world
could not escape the
thresholds of inevitable ends
