Yesterday's goals dim memories,
Dark saddened eyes blurring with tears,
Painful scars borne Love's history,
Futures crumble when doubt appears,
No brightly lit hope envisioned,
When following after harsh words,
Hurt soul splits in twain partitioned,
Swooned by appeal when numbness lured.
Apologies made never bought,
Price paid turned out far too costly,
Though never known what would be wrought
Must walk into the night softly.
One wish only to be released,
Granted now receive this token,
Words written in rhyme love's deceased,
When promises are made . . . were broken.
by: CHRISTIAN MANZANARES
production: OnCe LiVed iN sOrroW
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