cottingim2
soups in the kitchen
getting real cold
yet they sit and talk
letting their food grow old
so much passion has been witheld
pent up for the sake
of the other while the tension
has held their relationship at stake.
Full of her own
She is proud
But hurting yet
Inside.
The man once her father,
The man who never loved her
Now passed with her mother
But this will not show
How much this hurt her
Because she is Will.
passion is a solid outlet
to ease your mind, to forget
Everything gone so wrong
so use your passion to carry on
I have a pouch
in my belly it is
gradually growing closer
silently getting older
as my love grows longer