Sometimes Goodbye
Sometimes one must cut off a finger, in order to save a hand...
We’ve gone over all we can do, think or say
But still, this does not dry the tears for today
We’ve tried and we’ve lied; with our hope, fear, and pain
But still, the sunshine of eyes became rain
We’ve read all the books, and curtailed all the vice
There are just some things you don’t need to hear twice
How do the illusions and facades revolve?
When both hope and patience are sadly dissolved?
Should love keep us smiling? Or is this too a lie?
Why can’t we admit that our passion has died?
Perhaps at the start, we were youngsters and such
But you’re too much like me, for me to like you too much
The sex is routine and the small talk rehearsed
Our quality time should be spent in a hearse
We can’t stand each other, but can’t be alone
Our favorite battlefield once was our home
There hasn’t been laughter in over a year
Neither of us knows how we finally got here
There should be no shame, we gave it our best
Sometimes goodbye is the only thing left
“I’m sorry” means nothing, a valueless kiss
We both know that neither can keep doing this
We’ve gone over all we can do, think or say
The only thing left is to just walk away
About the Creator
Logan Solo
Life is a mirror and poetry is my reflection.
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