It’s killing him, tearing him up inside,
He runs, she gives chase, they fall.
It hurts so much, but he says ” more.”

A place where the flowers have no petals,
Where the sun never sets and the stars don’t shine,
where little miracles happen when they don’t matter.

Water, wine, blood and thicker,
He stays in his living room, all but liquor ,
This is not the way she says, calling him fickle.

Orchids on trees, fishes in the pond,
the swan appears for her last and final song,
“Where am I?” he cowers under the bed,
“I don’t know” , thats all she said.

His tears don’t flow, her feelings won’t fade,
They play their little games, taunting and cheering,
until we forget the promises they made.

They play their little game, sin and shame,
mocking and scoffing, shouting and jeering,
Her sweet embrace, his loving touch,
They cry and comfort, forgiven but forlorn.

“You are my girl, my one and only in this world”,
” I love you too, if it makes me look the fool”

Compassion, love and never fading,
Forgiveness and damnation, never ending,
Crystal hearts, hidden desires,
Love shed some light, hope calms the fight.

They don’t stop, they never do,
They take a break and they’re back on track,
Chasing and loving, cursing and tussling.

An antagonist, are you?
Belligerent on purpose, i say you be.
Masochists, undoubtedly we both are,
The little game has gone too far.

Forget me but not my name, for i will remember this little game,
never ending, forever going, they trip but never tire.

Like Love and hope on bicycles.

(((myanimalc)))