whine
you're talking too much, not hearing a sound.

we're left high and dry, no solid ground,

half empty promises echo around

nightmares, being held under and drowned

our life is gone, covered with frost

dust to the wind, love has been tossed

wandering aimless, lonely and lost

hopelessly, adding up all of the cost

lifting the veil, so I can see.

tears falling softly, I set you free

you're really not, any better than me,

you voiced your wishes, now I agree.

Deep thoughts with a tempered flow,
appreciated, understood.

"adding up all of the cost" - if the net effect is less, then perhaps s(he) really isn't better, if it is more, then maybe s(he) is, if it is a wash, then maybe s(he) is equal

roco

nicely done.

Good write

Good Write!