Lovers Lane (howls & disfigurements)

by

Brbadpenny

Moon lit & amused.
Was it this same place not too long ago?
The night appeared so recluse. The dark street recalls a time when it was so special and slow.
Was it the rain? The naivete? Was it the dreams that made it so different and new? The sounds of their names spoken together? The virginity? Was it the songs with it's poets and blues?
That night two pretenders haunted the terrain.
Balancing curbs and dancing down Lovers Lane.

Moon lit & confused.
Lies spilled out like water from a broken vase.
Differences like numbers screamed out offensively without haste.
All the games. The embarrassments. All the whispering however inaudible or slurred.
All the while they complained about the feelings they were missing. Feelings even pretenders deserved.
They walked soundless among their boredom and their chains.
Like an explosion that could rip the boundaries off of Lovers Lane.

Moon lit & refused.
Witnessing the argument.
Heated words broke loose beneath exaggerations and vows never to speak again.
It's the pain. It's the problems. All the places he don't want her to go.
The blames. The targets. Accusations shoot out almost haphazardly and personally low.
All at once the words seem incredible and profane.
They're seen staggering separately down Lovers Lane..

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Too Bad
by: Kaylea Lynne Patterson
from: Pittsfield, MA, US

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