There was nothing hidden inside
No dreams ,
No compromises
It couldn’t be more over .
Sages of broken promises
Down from the mountains
Lost in the rough country.
Hoping for answers to the questions
That have no answers .
Beneath a handsome , lonely old tree .
She couldn’t quite **** him
But, she died a little herself .
Fear was stuck so deep in her heart ,it could not be dislodged .
How to move her anger
past her fear .
He kept her from something
she knew was her pride .
Sowing seeds of despair
Crying tears of regret
So ******* but can’t quite
cut the rope
In love she trusts ,
Driftwood
Deadwood
Broken branches of
Damaged comfort.
Desolate darkness prevails
Black widow answers
To the cinch of the rope .
From another lifetime
Inside a clock that leaks the future .
There is a language
That rolls down from the mountains
That is calling her home .