The silent gift, longsuffering patience dies slowly.
I am nice enough to show you mercy. Kindness
eats me up inside like cookie dough. My words
lift your dying spirit up off the ground. No new
fancy dress can compare to this heavenly bliss.
You're lovely on the outside, but remain a hot mess
behind closed doors. My labors of love go on unnoticed
just like a small ant. You drift farther away from me. Your
actions create a huge rift between us. Sympathetic,
my bleeding heart creates art with its crimson tears. Continuous
bloodshed, our bed of dying red roses contaminates the green grass.
Gently, I lay myself down to go to sleep. Comfort and contentment
meet me at the deep end of the ocean.