Love was a liaison
To think that the synchronization of our hearts could be as powerful as the gravitational force we call love
It is an exaggeration of the lies you began to build
The progression of emptiness had no end but I am grateful you did not continue
Love within your heart stopped
The Sexuality of Spirituality Vanished
Vanishing from my fingertips
At moments my heart dies for you
It dies because it needs the warmth of sweetness you had given me
My inner soul bleeds sorrow
Aching for some healing
Healing from devastating hopes and faith
This poem is about:
Me