The rhyme of each line; the flow they leave...
I have lost it all when it comes to how words...

Staring down at the tear stained pillow
with only pieces of memories playing out...

I have lost yet another battle
to the next lover in your line...

Heroic lines seemed so pointless
when coming from a mouth so impure...

Walking into the room with her spurs tapping
on the wood planked floor with cautious steps...

Sitting in that well-worn leather saddle awaiting...
spurring his side to run through the gate at a...

Laying in the tall grass with her hand enlocked...
Sharing secrets and soft kisses beneath the...

She sits in front of a blank page
trying to think of something meaningful to say...

Chalk drawings of hearts, flowers and animals
line the sidewalks from the little neighbor girls...

Misery has become my master,
Putting my heart on a collar...

Walking through the forest with glee
with memories floating back to me of...

Sitting in the middle of the empty hall,
Transfixed on the door if it'd change something...