If you should notice any spelling or grammatical errors...PLEASE...point them out to me, as I am compiling these poems for my new book. Thank you, Emile.
He struggles with the words, and she can tell fake emotions are attached to each one. For tears immediately start to swell as he confesses to the damage done. Crocodile tears declare his heart is broke, crushed by a mix of guilt and second thoughts. But the dream’s over; it’s time she awoke and started connecting the trail of dots. The feel of remorse, like an aching hurt lends believability to his words. And yet, this wasn’t an innocent flirt, and so she frees him, to fly like the birds. Lost love doesn’t have to morph into hate when disillusioned hearts share the same fate. (Sonnet) July 22, 2018
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