Mistaken Love
My first love was happy for a while.
I mistook love for what I’m not sure.
So we split up, though lust did beguile.
Trading our life styles with no cure,
Again we tried to make marriage work.
Knowing all that we had broken clear,
Eventually we knew it was just a quirk.
Never to rest our love for a child of fear,
Life always changes people, in different ways.
Our anger, spread out by gossip and displays.
Victimless, we chose the end, in lonely plays.
Edging into new endeavors, lost in a maze.
written for
Sponsor Dana'lynn Smith
Contest Name The Secondhand Emotion
written by
Cecil Hickman
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