Wine and Roses
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Youthful days of wine and roses
are illusions, tethered to hope.
For shards of broken promises
oft clip the wings of fledgling hearts.
When trickling tears begin to flow,
they swell the tides of self-pity.
And you entertain multitudes
of disparaging emotions.
Taking a moment, you reflect
upon the innocence of youth.
And the intimate, sexual
side of love that stirs libidos.
You recall first falling in love;
and how remarkable it felt.
And yet, it didn't last forever,
that feeling soon abandoned you.
You felt love slip through your fingers
like cascading grains of loose sand.
And watched happiness morph into
a morbid melancholy mood.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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