Woman,
I know it is
killing you -
the quiet -
because it is
killing me, too.
The moment
you told me that
we were through,
I got lost,
and now it's all that
I can do -
to be humbled
by the thought
of loving you -
to be angry
at what I thought I
needed to do -
to be happy
with being just one,
no longer two.
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 3:44 AM UTC
Woman,
I know it is
killing you -
the quiet -
because it is
killing me, too.
The moment
you told me that
we were through,
I got lost,
and now it's all that
I can do -
to be humbled
by the thought
of loving you -
to be angry
at what I thought I
needed to do -
to be happy
with being just one,
no longer two.
In the style of "Connected by Love," by Jack White.
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