We
We have lost our sense of corporation.
We have lost our ability to cook together
Under the Sunday’s rain while Heaven is releasing
Its own design of living.
We have lost our sense of laughing after a long, long
Battle of making love during those sessions of naked photos After that difficult ******.
We have lost our feeling of self-worth couple
To go out and having a great time on goosing
And walking under the cold night.
We have lost the letting truth of the
Shocking welcome of cheating and who is she or he
By the knowledge of God’s growth because
By the end of any given day we are going to
Understand from a penny a generation must vanish first.
We have lost our sweet dream, the games, the thrilled
Adventures as far as having a dream suggest nothing
Else than bullshits of being old.
We have lost our faith, our lifelong partnership of desire
For each other, we lost common humor and ground,
The easy complication of being again what we were
Before.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012
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