How Much Love Do We Lose
Sometimes defend sometimes accused
Memory details the excuses used
Always the hardship either temper or tears
Always heart ache the victim of fears
The blindness we use is a terrible excuse
The worst thing given for self abuse
The lies, the hiding, the not providing
The shame, the game, the celibate reign
The past revealing awful thoughts
The trust once present now the lost
The constant reminder of a broken heart
The hurt not healing though hardly fought
The constant lying of a cheating spouse
The everyday deeds of a dirty louse
The absence, the silence, while present shown
The arrogance, the vengeance, that hate has grown
Evidence lingers where once unknown
Yet waiting desires though now alone
Copyright © The Situation | Year Posted 2023
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