Strands Of Hope
The trickling teardrops fall like rain
dousing love's spark; and as you cry,
passion's flame begins to die.
For all your pleadings were in vain:
and every lie summons a tear,
that drowns your hurting heart in fear.
Treating you with scorn and disdain,
leaves little room for love to bloom:
despite the babe within your womb.
He fabricates lies to explain,
although you've heard them all before;
and don't believe him anymore.
He doesn't love you; that much is plain:
and it's getting harder to cope,
clinging to dwindling strands of hope.
And yet, you'll take him back again,
and try to cope the best you can;
for you're afraid to lose your man.
The trickling teardrops fall like rain,
for all of your pleadings were in vain.
Treating you with scorn and disdain,
he fabricates lies to explain.
He doesn't love you; that much is plain.
And yet, you'll take him back again.
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