Fingers intertwined; we etched our hearts together “forever” in the sands of time, only to be washed away by the tides of time,
the glowing embers of passion have died down to ashen grey
fiery exchange of words have replaced the romantic nights of cozy candle light conversations
once ardent lovers, today our bond lies fragmented
accusations seem to be a favorite pastime now,
the rift widens, with overtures of reconciliation negated
peace buried beneath the tirades of anger and deluge of tears
war is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do?
our relationship is yet another casualty in the emotional battlefield.
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #219 : Use the sentence : War is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do? in your post.
Royal splendor beams
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