Tethered Souls

Consuming heartache never ends

as years go passing by

A wounded spirit cannot thrive  

no matter how they try

When tethered soul mates rip apart

there’re like the walking dead

A mask is worn for all to see   

pretense displayed instead

Sometimes the hurting is so bad

the angels start to cry

The overwhelming emptiness

another day we die

For LJ

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