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Sunday, September 9, 2012

Last Time?

Last Time?

Was that to be our last time together?
Was it to be as horrible as it was?

Are we never to love each other again? 

Our broken hearts seek for its completed self.
Yet our broken promises separate the distance between us.

Your words stop my heart with the deadly venom they hold.
Even now as I am dying you have a smile in your eyes.

Was that to be our last moment together?
Was there nothing more for us?

Will it still hurt for years to come? 

Spiteful feelings pouring across the open distance.
Our love shattered by blows.

Your heating strikes stop me in my tracks, till I hit the floor. 
As I suffer by your hands you grin with pleasure.

Was this our destiny? 
Was this nothing we could avoid?

Is this all that is left?

Broken promises, feelings, and hearts.
Nothing but pain, agony, and remorse.
Only bruises, scars, and tears to mark the years.

Was there nothing to this love?

Only two hollow shells remain.
They do nothing but sulk in their pain.
Yet there is only one joy to this tragedy.

A joy to a sad love song?
Oh yes in deed.

A baby boy cute as can be.
The only great joy that came from this love tragedy.

Was this the last joy we were to share?

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