The lines in the sand.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Come a time where we must decide what we truly need.
Two people had reached the end.
The lines between the truth and a lie had faded to a dead-end.
Old meaningful words became worthless when there is no place to go
for two people but a goodbye.
Sweet words of love now create distaste.
Nights of love laid dead and buried in shallow graves.
Forgotten now are what blended two lives together.
The nights of love and song are just tales of myth dead and gone.
We have become strangers.
We have shared our bed and passion, forgetting to be kind and graceful.
We looked at each other like worn-out shoes. Beaten down and cannot be repaired.
We lost the need to be gentle and kind, like we were never friends or real…
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