This is neither my first nor second
This is my final tear
This is not a pledge nor an oath —
It's the voice of a bleeding heart
This is not just a mere arrangement of words–
It is the reality of life
I know I've cried more than once but no more will I cry
I know I've been broken if not twice then more for I loved you too much
I trusted you with more than my heart for I added even my soul and flesh
I gave you the very breath in my nostrils so that I could breath from yours
And still your past blinded your eyes to the vows of destiny we were meant to fulfill
I loved you more than myself —
If you doubt read every word as if it was dropping from my lips
For now I resolve not to cry again for I've got a lot to regain and if the past will do us a favour,
Let it bury yesterday's smiles not in doom but it tablet of history
Love is but a scam—
Love is but a religion of sanity
It is a worship of unseen doom
I was told not to love for my heart will be broken
I believed it not but today I testify of the truth—
The good news I was told before time
Now if my eyes are truly mine,
And if my heart is no more yours,
Then let it be known to thee that our love is a thing of the past-
No more shall we dance to the tunes of the night, and no more shall the day clothe our nakedness
Lets hope time will heal this wound.
*Joe Scribbler *
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