Threads of Hope
The trickling teardrops fall like rain
dousing love's spark, and as you cry,
passion's flame begins to die.
All of your pleadings were in vain,
and every lie summons a tear
drowning your hurting heart in fear.
Treating you with scorn and disdain
there's little hope love might yet bloom,
despite the life within your womb.
He fabricates lies to explain,
but you have 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 those few threads of hope.
And yet, you'll take him back again
for you're afraid to lose your man,
and carry on the best you can.
The trickling teardrops fall like rain,
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.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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