How Many Times
In love's last days two foolish hearts must bleed
when faced with flames that callously will die,
an agony that this will not succeed,
a feeling that this too will go awry.
How many mortal insults to the soul
can each alone withstand or even bare
with backs and shoulders turned away so cold
as if another presence isn’t there.
And then they speak the words that tear apart
that tell you just how much they hate you so.
Yet looking deep inside this foolish heart,
you see the other factors in their woe.
In all this pain, resides two selfish minds
repeating love’s heartbreak so many times.
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2020
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