Love is a Four Letter Word
When will I learn to anticipate Love's keen and painful sting?
Penetrating deep within my chest and spreading it's poisen.
High, ever so high, only to fall again and to seize in agony.
Oh, Love, why do you trick me with a veil as deceitful as infatuation?
How you held me close, and embraced me with your affection,
Only to push me away and shatter my heart again.
I cannot pick up my pieces, for the shards are many in number,
They litter the foor around me as I sink to my knees,
Staining my legs with glittering, ruby glass.
I crouch over the jagged diamonds,
And wish my tears to mend my glass heart back togther.
I'm the Cinderella without a glass slipper.
Instead of fleeing the Prince for fear of midnights final tone,
I fell from his gaze.. and fell under my drowning tears.
Can he see his Princess cannot surface the waves of her fear and depression?
Copyright © Brittany Gentry | Year Posted 2012