Was it worth it?” She asked herself
Staring at the empty sheets
They weren’t empty last week
Fresh air blew through the window
Bringing with it the smell of morning dew
And memories from last week too
Of two bodies, tangled
Too tangled to really be called two
Of skin on skin and sweat for dress
Of kisses like drizzles, oh how lightly they fall
And finally, the kiss that sold the master
Those three heavy words
But was it really lovely?
All that passion, all the words?
Was it really worth it?
When really he loved me not?
Oh was it even worth it?
When the next morning he left never to return.
Author: Young Wunda