Love at the Tree Farm

Trailing along the tree farm, the winter breeze runs past my lips. The exhilarating chill seeps into my body with a remembrance of our love celebrated last year. The sun comes out and we feel his warmth touch our face. This is love. 

Foundation of Compromise

You spew loud words with emptiness behind them

Always apathetically asserting for self

 

Loud and empty apathy.

 

Our empathetic actions speak strongly for others

So rich that they shake and crack the ground

 

Shake and crack empathy.

 

These cracks expose us to the truth of all your lies

Those that decay the foundation underneath us

 

We are now seeing the foundation below

It has become a compromise of us all

 

Empty and cracked.