Whilst I type, my eyes run askew.
To the direction of where the noise runs high,
I listen to the palpable tension of what love was
before destroyed.
And there, you two were, in all
your aging glory, of age and time,
of what you would call "Sacred Marriage."
But what happened after you lose your love?
Did you two find unhappiness rather than the opposite?
Like two opposing forces,
your compatibility was worse than science.
So, what happens, when your love tires?
Or your heart gives up?
What happens after? Did you both lose yourselves?
Trying to find,
the "sacredness of marriage"
or was it bound to fail?
Like a torn down house, with no use at all.
You two, were like broken records
of what once was a burning romance.
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
Whilst I type, my eyes run askew.
To the direction of where the noise runs high,
I listen to the palpable tension of what love was
before destroyed.
And there, you two were, in all
your aging glory, of age and time,
of what you would call "Sacred Marriage."
But what happened after you lose your love?
Did you two find unhappiness rather than the opposite?
Like two opposing forces,
your compatibility was worse than science.
So, what happens, when your love tires?
Or your heart gives up?
What happens after? Did you both lose yourselves?
Trying to find,
the "sacredness of marriage"
or was it bound to fail?
Like a torn down house, with no use at all.
You two, were like broken records
of what once was a burning romance.
○ Juliet Charlotte G. Jimenez ○
11/20/16
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