Good things never leave.

Like shadows from our past,
Once again blocking our view to freedom.
We are slaves to its torment.

Good things never last,

Like the love in your arms.
The sound of those words,
Still mocking me,
Pretending to be real.

Good things never stay.

Like the peace in my mind,
Lost in the wounds of time.
Each moment,
Another memory lost.

Good things never learn.

Like my heart,
Still bleeding for you.
Left here to die.

Good things never save.

Like the kiss of life,
Stolen from my lips.
I become the broken.

Good things never heal.

Like the burn marks on a building,
Its purpose is new,
But its scars still show.
Visible for all to see.

Good things never breathe.

The air is a toxin.
With each gasp taken,
The more lies consumed.
The harder your words are to swallow.

Good things never feel.

Because to feel,

Would mean,

To love,

You.