Battlefield of Separation

The promise to hold hands and reach the altitude fades more for no treasure to be found initially started in the playground of happiness now ending with nothing to covet the affection’s oven is wrecked to produce watery bread a beautiful bargain, ending with a series of slaps either one is tired or both are reckless soft hearts of gold, carrying heavy daggers turns sour and the only thing left of the union is bile the broken bond falls to the ground as ugly pieces ammonia, coming out from what was once functional the day the pages of their love started getting missing was the time the diary shortened and thrown to be forgotten.