Tag: original photography

thunder holds the thought
of midnight in your room
heartbeats echo loudly
ensconced inside this tomb
where love
has gone to die

whispered voices speak
as if somebody cares
yet words of love and tenderness
keep falling on deaf ears
no thought was ever given
to the how or why
lightning no longer flashes
where love
has gone to die

winds of suffocation
roar above my head
as pelting rains of anger
drown us in this bed

no one stops to think
what this is all about
the fire of love and lust
has suddenly gone out

you lie silently beside me
I hear your mournful sigh
we never thought
that we’d end up
where love
has gone to die