Her arms are flailing for her husband but she cannot reach, only an
Inch more
Run far my darling I will think of you from night to day, her will is all that's left

Thank God for ink and pen.
Too bad he won't receive them


Her mind wanders to the times of joy from when she was young and he was a boy

It meant all the same

I tried to tell you, that these things hurt worse when gone
I tried to tell you, our mistake is six months along


Become the opposite of choice by hacking rationality
News arrived one day; things were looking very grave
Her eyes stumbled on the word, "Casualty"


I tried to tell you, that these things hurt worse when gone
I tried to tell you, our mistake is six months along


Become the opposite of choice by hacking rationality to pieces
Her arms are flailing for her husband but she cannot reach: no more