Eyes locked in conflict of thoughts,
I wondered if you could feel it in my touch,
"I can't believe this used to be my world"
My emotions are thorn,
From continuously stretching the fabric of our fabricated love.
Heart trying to wine and dine
But my mind is done wearing this pair
Of worn out Clothing
I felt all the Time slowly fade
It's colors drained
Taking it off was the hardest part but,
there on that spot I let the garment fall to the floor
Naked but not the least bit vulnerable.