Honeymooned

Same old story

Same old glory

I tell you she was no hag in her day

Her once magnificent smile now lay dormant

She grew older by the days and not the years

Her soulmate suffocated her soul

Killing her ever so softly

Still, tears hydrate her barren face

When she proclaims her love

She became disheveled by time

While living life as a provocative statement

Self-worth she fussed not about

Agonizing those who love and loved her

Because she was caught up

In the same old story

And the same former glory

But yes, he loved her truly

The Novice Poet