Familiar Love
Where is the passion that once lit our fire
Its embers grow tired and weak
Our love has grown weary, void of desire
Where is this flame that we seek
The candle has burned, the wax now cold
The wick? now gone with the flame
Then trust ran away, as our secrets unfold
With no one but ourselves to blame
The promises made, lay dying each day
As memories are starting to fade
Without reason or rhyme, it turned out this way
Just look at the mess that we've made
Our emotions now fuel this love of a lie
The truth too hard to embrace
The love that we knew has started to die
Becoming a familiar face
Familiar love is all we have left
Yet we both feel the need to stay
So here we remain in spite of this theft
Until one of us walks away
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment