Golden

Silence can sometimes say more than words. Like a voice crying out saying "that's for the birds". In one glimpse of haughty reveals action turned verb. Without out even squeeking you unveil; could be worse? Could be lashing and slashing ripped apart with both hands. Leaving bodies like mountains seething piles of flesh. And though you thought it not raught it left me bundled in shame. I know it was candor fessing up to your game. No excuse for the sadness that was left in your wake. A timely disaster open hearts, bleeding hate. Not a feeling I'm fond of not even one bit. Like rolling rock rivers, canyons erode dissapate. I became something new something truly regressed. It's all of your fault caught by surprise must confess. Makes me sick to my stomach knowing you only lied. Bringing shame to my standing the proverbial line. It's sad though you had nothing and I had only to give. Though my heart sustained damage I somnambulantly live. Scarred for life by this treachery even talk of a kid. It all seems so stupid now thinking you were the best. But now I have nothing I'll leave you to the rest.