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Afterthoughts of fallen through love. |
Precarious Dance Impulsive infatuation. Delightful chemical sedation. Such a short loving season, Till effort’s muscles begin to reason. Worn down, tried, and achy. Then all fouled up and flaky. Crushing pressure and trudge. The final hurt and grudge. Reflections reminisces. Long after the final hiss, Of loves once brightening flame gone out. Leaving contradictions of hope and doubt. Can two still hope to find, A few simple rules to bind. Hearts with loves simple song Or only tunes of right and wrong? Filled with heavy explanation, Of gentle hope's assassination. Such a precarious dance, Between motive and chance. Copyright© 2009 Reproduction in whole or in part of, by any electronic device or reproduced form or medium without express written permission of Richard G. Haley is strictly prohibited. Poems, Writings and Creations are the sole property of Richard G. Haley. Richard G. Haley retains the exclusive rights to all publishing and copyrights under this name and that of his pseudonym Thaylon Taylor. All rights are held under national and international copyright laws and standards. |