Steeped In Hurt
Shadows of yesterday
eclipse reality.
But in hope lies my dreams;
where I am free of doubt.
Love's ethereal touch
manipulates pleasure.
And as my heart seeks more,
fledgling feelings take wing.
Untethered to your heart,
desire morphs into lust.
And love's consigned to dreams,
whenever doubt wins out.
If love starts to vanish,
it was not meant to be.
And yet, fueled by dreams,
it remains within reach.
It does no good to cry
when your heart's steeped in hurt.
For just like all the rest,
this heartache, too, will pass.
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