We sit scathed within this crater,
Still white-hot from that blast,
Amidst smashed plates and torn photos,
You and I my love,
We’ve taken shrapnel damage,
Devastated by this severe detonation,

We jointly set off this dire explosive,
A grenade of a lovers feud,
A shockwave of verbal munitions,
Heat of conflict scalding both our worn hearts,
Sent afly with shards of glass and porcelain,
Leaving us frayed and tearful in blood,

Broken we crawl amongst the rubble,
Embracing as the air cools,
We don’t want this bond to bleed out,
So let’s pick up the debris,
The pieces of us,
And reconstitute our partnership.

Comments
  1. Carol anne says:

    This is awesome! Love it! đŸ˜€

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