I would have it every other way,
the love has gone, flown off
our marital bed is just another
grave to be robbed.
The last time I tried you shouted
"Look at me, what part of me screams roses."
You have worn me down over the years
So I responded, "I may be an empty shell but I still have feelings."
Bitterness flows hot through my veins,
substituting the burning desire and passion
My heart once beat for you.
Only you.
When did it all change I moan
from the wrong side of the closed door.
"Between the blinks" you quipped.
And then I knew.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
I would have it every other way,
the love has gone, flown off
our marital bed is just another
grave to be robbed.
The last time I tried you shouted
"Look at me, what part of me screams roses."
You have worn me down over the years
So I responded, "I may be an empty shell but I still have feelings."
Bitterness flows hot through my veins,
substituting the burning desire and passion
My heart once beat for you.
Only you.
When did it all change I moan
from the wrong side of the closed door.
"Between the blinks" you quipped.
And then I knew.