Relationships, too bitter, at times too hasty,
Like a pinch of salt, sometimes like a shot in a glass, burns your insides,
Snaps into pieces, at times even when it isnt rusty,
Its been black like a coal from within, but has been pearl white on the outside,
Throbbing like a painfull nerve, pumping memories dusty,
Like the breathless floods,that snatch even the sensation of pain before you step aside,
Like the empty green forests, wide and sparkling in sunlight,
But damp, dark and a dwindling maze, across a moon-less night.
