Battlefield of Separation
The promise to hold hands and reach the altitude
fades more for no treasure to be found
initially started in the playground of happiness
now ending with nothing to covet
the affection’s oven is wrecked to produce watery bread
a beautiful bargain, ending with a series of slaps
either one is tired or both are reckless
soft hearts of gold, carrying heavy daggers
turns sour and the only thing left of the union is bile
the broken bond falls to the ground as ugly pieces
ammonia, coming out from what was once functional
the day the pages of their love started getting missing
was the time the diary shortened and thrown to be forgotten.
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