Un-Love By Ron Porter

heaviness hangs upon my heart discordant screaming fills my head rigor mortis sets in on this love killed by words that can't be un-said the final fight took all night soon,? ?there'll be a rising sun to illuminate two separate ways due to deeds that can't be un-done there'd be no need for me to go neither for you to sit and cry fantasy would not be vanished were it possible for you to un-lie so,? ?now past the parting of ways i bid goodbye,? ?not mere adieu don't expect to see me around i'll be busy learning to un-love you