Like the sunlight wafts through the trees it comes on naturally The fighting begins and continues like the fluttering of leaves. It’s music almost to the untrained ear this chaos of sounds of negative thoughts and energies that have no bounds. Almost beautiful too until I take big bites I cannot even chew. Swallowing hard it creeps up then explodes all these happy memories of us dissipate and are gone. Forgotten under the guise of who was right and who was wrong. We cradle a broken vision a broken ideal, a broken heart when it’s done. Then nothing but silence. A tear is shed perhaps Who can tell? But one look from one or the other allows what really happened to be revealed.
We cradle a broken vision a broken ideal, a broken heart when it’s done. Then nothing but silence.