Finally <br />She drank a bit <br />From an empty glass of wine, <br />Finally <br />The pieces fit, <br />Yet they fail at matching fine. <br />Endlessly <br />Her sore red eyes <br />Turn to vast but shallow lakes, <br />Endlessly <br />She'll pay the price <br />For her salty sweet mistake. <br /> <br />Finally <br />He found his core <br />In her pointless rotting grief, <br />Finally <br />He craved for more <br />When she cursed his fake beliefs. <br />Endlessly <br />The heart explodes <br />In the weakened burning fists. <br />Endlessly... <br />And so it goes <br />Due to feelings-catalysts. <br /> <br />Hearts. Spades. <br />Wars. Games. <br />Spades. Wars. <br />It goes round, and round, and round <br />Behind the locked black door. <br />They. Endlessly. <br /> <br />Finally <br />He found his core, <br />Yet they fail at matching fine. <br />Luckily, <br />She craves for more <br />Than an empty glass of wine. <br /> <br />Hearts. Spades. <br />Wars. Games. <br />Spades. Wars. <br />It goes round, and round, and round <br />Behind the locked black door. <br />They. Endlessly.<br /><br />April Avalon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/endlessly-8/
