A Slow Meaningless Death
No matter how hard we tried
we could never see things eye to eye.
As days flew by we tried to justify
our commitment, yet our love continued to die.
As we tried to find a way to simplify
our love for each other and quantify
the reasons our passions never reached the sky.
Again the days flew by and we continued to ask why?
Tomorrow did come and go yet it signified
how we continued to mollify
the reasons for living thru all the lies.
We shall never understand why
our lives together made us cry.
Cause our fate was that of an aging butterfly
that eventually ceased to fly.
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