How do you know when the end
Has slithered it’s way into
What used to be a beautiful promise?
Within a moments heartbreak,
All that would have been evaporates
Into the blistering, unforgiving sun
And passion has melted into rage.
Now surrounded by scavengers
Who circle in anticipation of
Our ravished remains,
I scream out to you.
How do you know when
It is too late to let go of the hate?
When the birth of our love has
Given over to death,
And decay has set in,
Then my love,
It is too late for us.

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