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Fragile.... words
which affected me so deeply, moved me so spiritually now
ring hallow and cold arms
that once comforted me when the only warmth to be found was
right here in your arms now
they feel like a prison & I can't wait to break free a
love that touched the most sacred part of me on
your honor, you vowed, my heart you would always keep safe your
words I took as gospel were nothing but fairytale lies humans
by their nature are fallible, weak, easily
susceptible to temptations of the flesh and
only in retrospect do we regret a moment of weakness hurt
isn't real unless it's seen in the face of another only
then can we truly feel the
impact of one selfish act of indiscretion of
one torrid night of passion passion
comes and goes but betrayal of a lover eats at the soul decaying
a hole so deep not even an eternity can heal love
is a sacred trust, as sacred as the bible preached to us once
trust has been destroyed how are U supposed to believe again? how
can you regain that innocent feeling? when
the thought of love is all consuming when
you see her in the far off distance It
feels like an eternity before she reaches you when
the last thought on your mind as sleep takes U away are
thoughts of her which will fill your dreams when
you open your eyes and you're greeted by sunlight the
dream you had of her breaks your face into a beautiful smile and
now, her heart you swore you would never break the
pain you said she would never feel not
even your lies she will now believe deceit
shines in your eyes and just by looking at you she knows she
knows where you've been, she knows who you've seen she
knows the sacred trust of love has been forever broken trust,
once it's lost can it ever be found again? that's
a question for the ages... (written
sometime in 1998. There are some mistakes too big that can never be forgotten.
It changes the Essence of who you are forever. The person you are today isn’t
the person you should actually be. Too bad we haven’t invented time travel as
yet to right our wrongs erase all the pain we’ve ever caused another soul.)
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