Now I see the landscape of our relationship has ch

We used to clash in fear like mighty titans,
Carve our pain deep into the lanscape.
Leaving ourselves only barren and bleak horizons,
Nothing left to hide our disillusioned shapes.

We used to cradle each others fear,
Nurse it with tander kisses of frost.
Trying to squeeze every final tear.
As we ran and re-ran ourselves to dust.

Now the lanscape seems calmer as,
New rains run through old grooves.
Wearing ancient tears channels smooth.
Scenery trying to let be what has...
Scars still livid at what was past delt,
Our frost bitten hate, slow to melt.