Wine and Roses
Fantasies of wine and roses
are illusions, tethered to Hope.
And shards of broken promises
can clip the wings of fledgling hearts.
When trickling tears begin to flow,
they fuel 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 when you fell in love;
and how remarkable it felt.
Yet, it didn't last forever,
that feeling soon abandoned you.
You've felt love slip through your fingers,
like cascading grains of loose sand.
And watched happiness morph into
a morbid, melancholy mood.
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