relationships

Apart

Tell me something, baby

Where did it go so wrong?

Why can’t it be like the old days

When everything was carefree

Easy and fun

Why don’t we laugh as much,

As we used to do back then?

Seems things around here

Have hardened

Have gone a bit stale

Well, I guess that’s the price

Of growing comfortable

Complacent

And downright boring

We need to change it up

Add a little zest and zip

Maybe take a sail

A few days in the Bahama’s

All the food and drinks we can fill up on

No, that wouldn’t work

Because in the end

You’ll still be you

And I’ll still be me

And all the weekend getaways

Can only mask the fact

That while we grow more and more comfortable

We’ve really only been growing

Further apart

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

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Good For Us

There is still a void

Still obstacles to jump over

But once the barriers are broken

And the ensuing battle ends

We will be left with something

Two deflated armies, both worn thin

Good for us

Now have at it, then

Go and try to piece this shattered mess

Back together,

Just like the last time

© Dicky J Loweman 2015