Rubble

Life’s a battle and hope’s the cure.

But what do I do when I can’t find hope anymore?

This love is poison and anyone can see

We’re clinging on to something that isn’t real.

I can’t deny that there was something strong,

But just because it was strong doesn’t mean that it wasn’t wrong.

Oh, babe, I’ll never forget you even after you’re gone.

We were fireworks setting the sky on aflame.

Without you, I’m confetti on the floor.

Now we’ve left me with my own sorrows and sins.

I can’t even pretend that you’re here to help me carry on.

Instead of tip-toeing through a mine field,

I’m wading through the rubble we left with me.

Copyright © 2016 by Nita Pan

All rights reserved.  This post or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review.

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