He tries to kiss away her tears That flow like rivulets of melted lead To her pillow.
Inconsolable the salty flood Courses wetly down the Anguished aspect of her face - As she cries out her sorrow.
For he has been unfaithful (She knows it, though she hasn't proof). She shoves him rudely away To sleep in a separate bed;- And they will part tomorrow.
I've never understood this madness that people can have at times. Not only is it a dagger to the soul of the one betrayed, but it becomes a vicious triad for the purpose of what.
I have always believed that what begins in a lie will also end with that same kind of lie.
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a passionate writer and you have phenomenal
insight.
Cafe
Kathy
Heartfelt words you have written!
Mady
enjoyed of course reading
I have always believed that what begins in a lie will also end with that same kind of lie.
Nicely done and short to point.
~Bentlee~