Tearing and ripping apart pieces
We thought there was nothing left.
The feelings we held in deep regard
Were all, but bereft.
Then hanging out on a clothesline
We settled the dust in due time.
We wrote about all we had
We simply lost the rhyme.
Oceans separate truths
The undeniable being of trust.
Held within hands that knew little of love
But was well adept at lust.
He’s lied to so few he doesn’t recall
The memory always fades.
Like royalty we carved our flesh
Though truly, we were maids.
There is much agony in defeat
Anger tends to disobey.
We can lay out our feelings tonight
But tomorrow is a whole new day.
We sanctify what we do not know
Leave ashes and soot behind.
It takes millions to make some happy
But nothing, to be kind.