Stones engraved
with a lovers name.
Thrown off cliffs
in destined shame.
For what begins to disguise
will never be the same.
What began as love
ends as hurt.
She never tried to hide it
and didn't remove the bloody shirt.
In swampy lives
the pain does much.
What's done is done
the past doesn't change.
Rusty chains surrounding bars.
The perfect life in short range.
Author notes
I'm not sure where the inspiration for this came from but i wrote it a while ago and it was hard to read on the paper i wrote it on.
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