Passion – raw, unbridled, subliminal, violent
Pure love, you proclaim
A fistful of smoldering hate smashes through
A crafted, crystal dream
Bitter-sweet nothings
Comparisons, some accusatory
Moral allusions, illusions, perhaps – the boundaries blur
Like naked fools we
Celebrate
Our twisted fates, intertwined
As some call it
Deepening despair, widening chasms
Hollow promises
Vacant stares – we do
Them all, with practiced rote
A fairytale ending
Perverse, but true, we sought
Pure love, we found
In fragmented memories
With strong, bold strokes
We paint over
The cracks, with their
Jagged, piercing edges
Silent screams, teary dust, tired prayers
The flame falters.
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