Beautiful.Meaningless.Words

All these mediocre moments stem from the many broken pieces in my chest...
The long nights are somehow, longer,
The taste of defeat is somewhat stronger,
And that lonely feeling I was fleeing, and thought I had left in the dust,
Has somehow managed to catch up with me and weigh me down...
Every lyric that remind me of us is crushed...
No more reminders of the goodtimes...
Every...beautiful..phrase..
Shot and killed in a drive by like...
Fly by nite...
Off your mind, if out of your sight...
Vocab is viciously mutilated and torn from its meaning...
The fabric of our love is ripped at the seam, seeming...
Like it was weaker than what we were dreaming...
How many of the words meant nothing?
When did the definitions become figments of "Love's" imagination?
Seems so easy to remember how to forget...
How did I let this happen?
I would love to blame me, then maybe I could fix what's missing...
But if its just 'apart' we're drifting, then eventually, the load we're lifting, won't be worth the sand we're sifting...
Times are shifting...
And it looks like all the beautiful words meant nothing..
Beautiful.Meaningless.Words
-Author Penzwell