The land of the dead

A casual conversation                       Casual yet confronting

He was upfront                                  While she hid behind broken words

He gave his blood                             And she gave her silence

While the sun hid behind the moon

His voice rang like a battle cry throughout the heavens

While she spoke only with an air of nonchalance

CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT I’M TRYING

Overreaction was always unattractive my dear

Don’t talk about attraction for your heart is cold

My heart is true, stop being dramatic

and if the mockingbird that inhabits the corner hedges

lifts its head in the dawn and sings

then all will be true and all will be good

Heartless                                            Realistic

Cold                                                    True

And the bushes lay silent