Sunday 13 November 2016

Confessions

When the time is up,
When love burns out.
When what was once so special,
Becomes a mundane routine.
When the sparks die off,
Yet lights up with another.
What do we do now?
Where can we go from here?

Words I dare not speak.
Facades I put on day to day.
It's no longer the same.
But we just pretend for it to be.