Who knows now
How we got here
From laughter and smiles
To so much hurt and tears.
Happiness is fleeting
Running away from us
Love is cowering
Pain is withering trust.
You hand has grown rough
Your voice; drawn small
Heart beating slower
And I seem to fall.
Your touch is shaky
My hand jumps back
Our world of bright colours
Has faded now to black.
Our gazes are empty
Our heads filled with thought
No more sensuality
No more "butterflies" caught
Lies and cons have won
And the defeated lay within
It doesn't seem to work
Love never wins.
Author notes
A small explanation for "butterflies", if you don't understand. When some people meet someone they get "butterflies" in their stomachs. Catching the butterflies, is to catch the love.
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