Our heart strings weave into tangled vines that battle against the aches of death.
To resuscitate a dying heart to beat once more through its treasured memories.
Moments that once made us feel of a certain time and place where love stood forever.
Never quite realizing that time was slowly robbing existence within two souls.
Life support slightly delayed what destiny had already designed.
The plug is eventually pulled out of the wall, all breathing becomes silent.
Tears fall upon the face of a soul taken to another dimension
Teardrops stay behind in the hope to drown death’s path from visiting.
Trying to weave within the walls of tangled vines to quench the memories that once blossomed within one’s soul
Contest: Tangled Vines
Sponsored by: Constance La France