Launder

The newspaper crinkles in her hands

Sweat drips down from her for head on the news that lies to ruin her

Away was his heart, mind was controlled

To look away at the choices that have been made

Between the two of us

Running to where she can hide her fear

The blinds open, moon lite set in the cold hearts

Warming the cheeks that once fled down the path of hurt

Breathing down the salt

Filling in the gaps that caused the pain to which is no running anymore

Imagines of you will never leave this heart of stone

You have been carved

You'll never know about my worn out heart

Slipping into another pair of hands