Poetry For the Poisoned
You peer at me with sorrow in your eyes
But between us is a wall made of lies
A poisoned soul that was once ravishing
This may be the greatest travesty
There's no cure for a broken heart
Overtime you simply adopt the pain
Romance isn't a fairy tale
It's the hardest work in the world
So what am I to do with these tears
Knowing I've done nothing wrong
Together we built a cathedral
Over the bones of a mud hut
In seconds it was ripped apart
Existing now as a pile of rubble
And still you peer at me with sorrow in your eyes
But this wall between us will never fall again
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2018
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