lessons learned

look at her, she took it so well
look at him, he's already himself
they don't see beyond the shell
they just see the shallow etched on glass
reflected in the words
they fly on
content in a happy resolution
it isn't the kiss
it isn't the touch
not something broken in the midnight of lust
threads that are snapped, made by blood
heart strings shorn by the razor truth
in the game of love, someone made a false step
forgot their role and broke the rules
now it lays there on the table between them
a shot of sorrow between their coffee cups
bared to the world, no turning back
can't stop caring just because you know
but you can never go back
that's just the way it is
if they turn back, it would be a sin
no one can begin agian
there's no chance
shrugging through the grapevine, turn away,
another gunned down in the name of love
the pen has bled me dry,
to tell you of this tragedy
no tears left,
no point to cry
locked it up inside
no one else should care how it feels
and my helm has strapped it's self on tight
oh god
i want to scream
but i cannot
i will not
i will let it be

what a silly child, crying like it's lost