Tired

Recycled love

Uttered through jaded lips

Promises of ever after

Driven by fear of

Growing old alone

With no one by his side

To wipe away the dribble of spittle

Of dying alone

Body lying undiscovered for years

Would she be the one?

Or is she simply after the money

Again?

Will she look beyond the

Empty words

And discover it was fear

Not love

That made him cling to her

So tightly

Scared of being left alone

Again!

Advertisements

2 Comments Add yours

  1. excellent… I love the phrase “recycled love”

    1. Thank you. It took me a while to come up with word which mean “same words different woman”:)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s