This town is crumbling.
With dust turning into ashes.
A judgmental life built
to the apparent lackluster rhyme.
*Trembling lips, forced proximity.
Eyes on fire, the vile toxicity.*
Trouble.
A simple motto to live by...
Mockery of shared stupidity.
Continually circling
to the timeless tune
of a love struck fool.
A fool, within the rubble.
A fool of love, scavenging for a heart.
A love-sick-fool, standing with empty arms.
Love, it can't be held together with gum found on the bottom of a shoe.
Nor can it survive with lies told by you.