Wine and Roses
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Happy days of wine and roses
were illusions, tethered to hope.
Sharp shards of broken promises;
clips the wings of a fledgling heart.
Torrential tears begin to flow,
raising the tides of self-pity.
And you entertain multitudes
of intensified emotions.
Taking a moment, you reflect
upon the innocence of youth.
And the intimate, sexual
side of love that stirs libidos.
You remember falling in love
and how remarkable that felt.
You thought love would last forever,
and yet, it has abandoned you.
You felt it slip through your fingers
like cascading grains of loose sand.
And watched depression morph into
a morbid melancholy mood.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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