When Love Dies
When Love Dies
When love dies it takes sanity under ugly
Drops it in a foreign land beneath cold sand
No rock will take it underneath
It cannot fit or breathe there with the bugs
Because it stinks of death
Lost in decay disinteresting
Rocks have better things to do
They sit there on the brink
Some are solid in their dark
Say nothing of their fate
No reason to think of culture or living things
Malignancy is not their cup of tea
When love dies trees forget to grow
They know the better part of valor
Rooted in the truth
Discretion knows nothing of the pain
When love dies the memory remains
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015
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