Chapter 574
Shrapnel
Love can tear through a heart
Like deadly shrapnel it can wound
Perhaps the fate of every relationship
Is that they are all eventually doomed
To think the love will always be there
Is what is often is assumed
When the love is no longer there
The soul is slowly consumed
Once the feeling has evaporated
It matters not if one is perfumed
When the love is gone it is gone
No matter how much one is plumed
The love that once bloomed
Was forever we presumed
Now all that is left
Is something that must be exhumed
We can't let go of what we need
We try harder to be well groomed
In our sorry mind we pretend
That the love long gone has resumed
Nobody