Broken Hearts. Poem by Denny Moonde

Strange I fill so lonely.
Yet I thought I'd be happy,
And you there so sad.
Though you thought you'd make it through;
Broken hearts that we carry.
Scary memories that belittle our happiness.
Lonely hearts that need togetherness.
Yet days on we put ourselves to worry
How could we be so unsuspecting?
That we let our selfish goals of pride;
Ruin that which we treasure
Because we dint want to be thought weak
We both look forward to tomorrow.
Hoping against hope that one of us
Would come by our respective places
But night eats up day and we remain hurt
Often we go to bed with thoughts of the other
Carrying them deep into our dreams
Sometimes a tear or two is shed
Yet pride gets its way over us.
We want to think the other is doing fine
Truth is both of us are feeling low
Often we quarrel over trivial matters
Certainly that has eroded our affection.
Maybe we should stop making vows
Let alone promises
For words are only lip service
And likewise can be broken.
Our lips fit only for kissing;
The distance between us makes them grow frail.
Delight on my part to see you smiling
Are we destined to make up and be merry again?