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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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