And slowly without a whisper, the barbed wires entwined around the broken heart...
The solace of love and friendship perished slowly in the chaste memories of the worded belief...
The bond so crystal broke into shards of hate and memory, the truth far long, dead and silent...
And the cracks that once were sealed with moments of true love, ruptured with silent contempts of unknown assertions...
The clock ticked, the time paced but nothing ever made sense to please the indictments...
The power to assert and seek a reason, broke every sphere of love and trust carefully crafted over years...
And the silence of the snaps deep within grew familiar, the wards of letting in fell through...
The hope for chasing dust of broken faith to be renewed, was forever lost and tainted... Forever Broken.
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Jaded Reality
PoetrySome Realities are hidden safely in cages far away from the guilt of being judged at, from being gawked at, to form a veil to hide beneath in order to look as humanly happy as possible. To hoard down dark secrets, ultimately sulking in a murk so da...
