relationships that have
been cast upon
willowly words
in lavender fields
of delusion and disaster
they cease to exist
patterns repeat
and hearts ...they break
those cracks I fill
no novice to pain
I walk forward
with your false laughter
and choppy, chided syllables
though I continue to hope
on the doorstep
in the pouring rains of the unknown
2 comments:
Beautiful.
Thank God there is always Hope waiting outside the door. Beautiful poetry with a hint of melancholy. Much love sweet friend xo
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