Creeping measures of love at first sight.
The dew in the morning of a heart gone aflight.
It came as the wind, and left like the tides.
You thought he was perfect. yet secrets over ride.
It was a needle to your throat.
the words pricking your skin.
" I found another. So be gone you! I wish to never see you again."
The tip of the poisioned spear rippled your acheing chest.
Your plee for survival screeched but was stiffled within.
Love. It was a folly. A curse.
It revived the reality of hurt and disgust in life's unfairity.
And left ashes to smoldered dust.
Never again will my heart be trampled.
For a heart broken, is a weakness stregnthened.