Faded stance in faded traces,
Dead muse birthing confined gazes,
Lost friend in the mist of few,
Unhappiness takes over;
A funeral in the making.
It all started like a kiss
Never meant to occur;
The kiss brought the hug,
The hug brought the love,
The love brought life.
Along the battered lane
Generally defined as a hobby;
I found comfort.
She wiped my tears
And made it hers.
As the ascension arose
At the junction of passion,
Vows were made to never split
Or depart. We were family
Through the pains and gains.
Then I broke up
To break into another
Genre of feeling.
I broke love,
I broke trust.
written by Williams Sharon
sharonayodejiwilliams@gmail.com