Rolling tears tingle against
hard pressed cheeks
as we sink to the
bottom of our
miserable
spectrum.
Happiness
is lost to the
days when
hope was
handed
out like
confetti.
But when
did we give up
till the end we said
we would fight but now
the end has come
and where is
your love?
So you
left to
find the
better
times.
But they are ashes now.
Hold me
