Behind cloudy blood-shot eyes,
Under soft paper thing skin,
Somewhere in the wedding band,
Trapped behind an arthritic knuckle...
Lies the brokenest heart.
The two greatest loves,
Now merely faded into the smoke,
That their memory candles release.
The memories,
More bittersweet every passing second.
Because this broken heart longs to be there,
Away with them...
Hoping,
Every second,
But my heart can't take her words.
Nor can my eyes,
The way she looks,
When she's about to cry.
But she always is able to deny her tears,
As a smile,
Made if lipstick,
Where her lips were,
Now only wrinkled skin,
Slowly creeps out.
As she thinks,
How lucky she is,
To have had the two greatest lovers,
Fall for her.