The Soul-Less Heart
There was a time in the beginning
When everytime that I saw you
I pined
I yearned
Every breath I took, I took for you
Then we hit what I would call
The frustration stage of marriage.
Please don't think that I don't love you,
And please don't get me wrong
If we make it through this rough patch
It will make us both very strong
We hit stage three
Which is just basic confusion
Which way do I go
Which way do I turn
Do I stay and guess what is going to happen;
Or do I turn around and run away?
At stage four, we have now become way too routine,
Everything we do,
Everywhere we go.
I can now tell you when, where and for how long,
The same types of movies,
The same restaurants around town,
Week after week after week.
There has to be something that we can do;
To break this aweful streak.
At stage five, it becomes personal,
Almost comparable with the five stages of death.
You would then call this stage acceptance,
Which is why I will keep my word and make my stance.
Copyright © Debra Young | Year Posted 2010
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