Sour Milk

 Spoiled, rotten. 

 Genuine love forgotten.

 hearts become bitter & sour.

Spilt milk becomes tears, 

lasting for hours.

Curdling words, put chunks in your throat.

Screaming words, you wish you had spoke.

Hurling tears, out of your eyes. 

Tasting expired years, down the line.

Once a love, like soft white silk.

Has become nothing more, than a big tall glass, of sour milk.