The bones of a relationship lost
Lie scattered in the heat
But every now and then
You will find some still have meat.
And when you smell that heated meat
On the bones of that lost love.
You remember how it started
Then was lost in one big shove.
You remember all the good times
How your hearts just seemed to fit
That meat still smells pretty good
The rest just smells like shit
S.P Kuper 12/31/2013.
