Lover's Lost

From small arguments to big misunderstandings;

From forgotten dates to misplaced things;

Happy faces turning to tears,

Hanging ideas become unclear

Unanswered phone call makes the strike,

Wrong sent messages surely start the fight.

Simple murmurs transformed into a strife,

Hiding between one's own pride and might.

And now, the fight continues to the spout,

Each demanding to space out.

Friends now begin to arrive,

Either to take side or to help revive.

"But it's too late", the lovers had said

"My feelings had gone and I start to bleed out.

Its better for us to set ourselves apart,

Than to continue walking in the dark"