Your head was held low with a winsome smile
You lied and told me that was your style.
Found out much later it was only a defense,
a cautious, insecure kind of pretense.
But the die had long since been cast,
I had no knowledge of your misplaced past...
and I was yours.
Two souls enraptured and love soon took flight
our bodies intertwined and hands held each night.
Both of us thinking our bond ran more deep,
neither expecting to pay a price so steep.
The glory days were finished before they had started,
We were marking time and dreading when we would be parted...
but the end was near.
What at first seemed like a broken wing
is now revealed to be another thing.
A perilous weight suspended above
held up only by the remaining wisps of our love.
And it won't matter how much love we bring
in the end you'll still suffer more than a broken wing.
Two smiles long since faded to a barren stare
left only a simmering but unspoken fury there.
Moments of joy were infrequent and short,
a half empty bed spoke what we couldn't retort.
The chill of our silence brought nothing but pain
and a quiet but veiled and crushing disdain...
that had once been our love.
Waiting for redemption with fists clenched tight
regretting the day when our love was first given light.
What once seemed like a diamond at first glance,
which we thought would shine brightly given a chance
has now become a countdown to our very demise
inevitably leaving us with tear-stained eyes...
the end has come.
What at first seemed like a broken wing
at last is a wholly other thing.
And all the love I feel for you
can't keep from me what I now know to be true
this dreaded secret, this other thing
treads much deeper than your broken wing.
