Divide not, into two pieces, they won't
come together again like when once
made, it's over, it's been lived, now
gone, disappearing into the velvet
mist.
Broken, confused, that empty feeling,
does not come easy, it is a lesson
so often taught, never registered,
now bleakness only clouds your
vision.
Hurting another, pays it's price, blood
is rare when split with malice. conquer
the mind, take the soul, it may be
free to fly once more.
If one says something, meaning
nothing, can they ever come
together has one, we wonder!
One never remembers what he
says, the other remembers well
he knows what torture they must
go through, to become whole again
an flourish.
