Love is hard when strangers you become,
When relationships go stale and become forlorn,
Drifting apart barely able to talk
The feeling of antagonism always seems to stalk,
The shadows of the house, the home
And both are poised to walk,
When feeling like a candle that has long been burnt out
And all that’s left is the mess behind
Strewn all about,
Love is supposed too be so precious
And should fill the heart with warmth,
Not a maze of cold empty corridors
Which seems hollow, where passion exists no more,
So sad this is,
No way too exist,
How can it be expected to carry on
Where no repair or healing could ever be done,
So find new love but be kind to each other
If you decide too walk away,
Use the last vestige of respect
When choosing to turn a fresh new page
And upon deciding too walk away,
For love is not a sentence
Its not a prison cell,
Don’t be locked up in misery
Or suffering emotional hell.
fauxcroft 
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