Hoping for an alternate reality, that it could at least be bought
She knew that it had to be done but could not imagine doing it,
The path forward was more darker than lit.
“How do I do this? What do I say?”
“I hope it’s not bad, I hope and I pray”
The road has forked and she must now choose,
Does he swing to happiness or continue to the blues.
She chose the latter, after considering the way
“How am I going to deliver my voice on this day?”
It was all too real, all too deep,
Her head was heavy, so was her feet.
After an awkward hello and a broken hug,
She looked him in the eyes and then began to shrug.
“I can’t anymore; I’ve fallen so hard, I passed through the ground”
“Thoughts of you makes me happy because you’re not around”
That’s how it started, yet brutal was it’s end,
No amount of care could bring this blow to mend.
She reached in to his chest and ripped out his beating heart,
He looked at her knowing, there would be no a second start.
I wrote this a fair few weeks ago – I was reading through some of the things I’ve been writing over the last few months and thought I’d post this since it’s ‘Throwback Thursday’. It doesn’t really relate to anyone but I guess it could also relate to anyone.
Go forth in peace.