How do I speak of love
After this show
Having been shown the exit before year-end
Drowned in broken promise
That has become the altar of persecution.
Left in a ring of I do's
Pulling the petals to order
Hope trumped with unsaid words
Sad to even grace the lips
Eying a distance call for reprieve.
Stepping in marinated worries
Dancing upon racing thoughts
"I...thought you were the one"
A broken record trailing the mind
As I race to save my sanity
Already ripped with your unsaid words.
