Juvenile Dreams
Love should feel like a burning flame of fire,
fueled by everlasting bonds of trust.
And not the promises of a liar;
distorting truths in the pursuit of lust.
You feel the tears building behind your eyes
as your hopes sink, scuttled by betrayal.
And realizing what each drop implies,
dreams collapse as anxieties prevail.
An unbearable pain pierces your heart
when truth dispels the illusion of lies.
And while doubt and mistrust tear it apart,
depression devastates trust as it dies.
The empty promises your heart endured
were a mix of fantasy and pretense.
And juvenile dreams that never matured;
spurred a catastrophic set of events.
Like a river, destiny sets love's course;
and yet, you choose who will be by your side.
So, if fate veers and heads toward remorse,
change direction to stop the hurt inside.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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