Was it really worth it for a moment of fun?

She broke you in half.

Some damage can never be repaired.

Words are the threads
from which is spun
This poem of mine,
so lovingly done….

I never knew I would ever feel like this.

You get sick and tired of the same old thing.

Life’s tapestries are spun with threads of pain and pleasure.

The sun will know where we first began, to explain there is no need………..

Open your eyes and see what you have done.

Everything catches up with you.