Love
Love
The eyes lose their cheer, the mouth its laughter. Someone called it love, but is it just meaningless slaughter?
Her chest is thoroughly covered in the petals of life. The man sits staring, at his once beautiful wife.
His hands are shaking, so is his chest. But is he happy or sad, for his loving jest?
The wine it drips, from his fingers red. So he stands to wash it off. And to the bathroom he is led.
The men in blue come, siren’s blazing. To get the man who showed his love, in a way he thought, ‘Amazing’.
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