Their Dying Hope

Penned to the love... b.

"If I ever leave this world, I'll leave it on the wings of you... b."
Amber pale, with a taste of the stale.
Disturbed in the December of their commitment, a bustle to have and to hold, a shotgun they handed them cold.
The spring that sprung to temptation.
The winter that's frozen the bones.
The ache that will take them for granted.
The hope that will never let go.
She brought him this world on a platter.
She watched as he consumed it down.
She loved for the fact of enjoyment.
She laughed at the fall of its crown.
Her words would never have tension.
Her touch would never have warmth.
Her meanings were cruel and unusual.
Her kiss was as cold as the north.
His eyes still glaring with hatred.
His heart still missing her soul.
His love now cracked and dishonest.
His longing to belong in her whole.
This tale of hearts and of passion.
This song of love and of life.
Has ended in the discussion.
Of who had the prettier eyes.….…..
-touching the lips of forever-

Author's Note

I'd like to know what you think of my writings, I know I'm not great.