A Vanishing Dream
His silver tongue was tarnished
by frequent Freudian slips.
And in a drunken stupor,
truth escaped his lying lips.
During a tear-filled moment,
I coated his heart with trust.
But now its metal's showing,
and it's beginning to rust.
I'm lost in love's labyrinth,
fraught with pain that never numbs.
Yet, taken in by his charms,
my heart readily succumbs.
Within his reality,
pleasure dictates what feels right.
And I am scared he'll leave me,
should I ever hold too tight.
My frustrated feelings are
reduced to a silent scream.
And I continue chasing
hope; through a vanishing dream.
(Quatrain)
10/29/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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