Steeped In Hurt
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Shadows of yesterday
eclipse reality.
But in hope lies my dreams;
where I am free of doubt.
Love's ethereal touch;
manipulates pleasure.
And always seeking more;
fledgling feelings take wing.
Desire morphs into lust;
untethered to your heart.
And love's consigned to dreams;
whenever doubt wins out.
Should love ever dissolve;
it was not meant to be.
Yet, kept alive in dreams;
it remains within reach.
It does not help to cry;
if your heart's steeped in hurt.
But, just like all the rest,
this heartache, too, will pass.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2025
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