Pain and Poet

 

You see her cry for loss of words
Words that paint her pain in white

You see him whimper, last words to love
Love that lured and left him broke

You see them both grab a pen
Pen from which all love would ebb

The words would heal the wounds they thought
They covered the truth and let it rot

By

Knight4ever

PS: If you are a regular and wondering where is the “Science”. You are not alone.