A person reflects on an amazing love that turned sour. |
Our love was once an amazing thing, In haste, I was ready to give you a ring. You laugh at my attempts to dance and sing, I knew that I found the one from my dreams. My smiles were huge and my spirits were high, You made me believe in love at first site. My mind was blurry; my heart was yours, My new love could heal all my previous sores. But sores didn’t heal, in fact more scars came, My love introduced me to much more strain. A side of you that that would cause me pain, My heart was confused but my mind I regained. My thinking is logic I know that I need, To leave but my heart is too weak to proceed. My mind says go but that’s easier said, My pillow is wet from the tears I have shed. So I have an idea to aid my escape; A letter for you where I normally lay. One that would state that love so strong, Has diminished greatly now the loves all gone. I have no regrets cause you showed me a love, That was pure as an ocean and strong as a drug. But no memory overshadows our bad Now bittersweet tears are all that I have. Pain is needed for progression...A past is needed for reflection....A vision is needed for direction...And a conscience is needed for correction- Amire Ryter |