Remnants of Tears
Love is the greatest gift that
a human heart can receive.
Yet, like any miracle,
it requires that you believe.
Lust ignites passion's flame
within hearts numbed by neglect.
And places you in danger
of losing your self-respect.
Gathering remnants of tears,
doubt scuttles a hopeful heart.
And it is devastating
watching your dreams fall apart.
Betrayal's like being stabbed,
over and over again.
And your heart’s bleeding inside,
unaccustomed to such pain.
Feelings of uncertainty
converge; to obscure your fate.
And the dark specter of fear
turns elation; into hate.
(Quatrain)
9/5/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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