Love Is Lost Poem by Tessa Richardson

Falling from love with broken wings,
nothing to be said but hurtful things.
Silence falls heavily like a storm cloud,
and here needs the adage: 'Silence is loud, '
I'd given my sky before I'd even found my ground
and now its all crashing down.
Hurt surrounds like an acid mist,
its painful and not a peice of me is missed.
Tears fall like rain in a storm of silence,
hurt pounds like fists of violence.
A thunder of words breaks the tension,
the lightening is just a painful extension.
No tears nor words can repair us,
for we are nothing without our trust.
Now its gone and we are too
My dearest ex-love theres nothing we can do.