15.11.12

Broken Dreams

Poetry


Broken dreams
Bitter words erupted from lips
That once kissed with sweet caress

Arrow pierced wounds
Wept in quiet sufferance
Now scars of remembrance

A heart still beats, but softly now
The soul, convalescing
Only time will tell, perhaps heal

Too much, and too late
Forgiveness left long ago
On silent wings of acceptance


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