They say love is the strongest emotion,
One might argue it with anger.
But I believe it's neither of those,
But the emotion that follows its failure.
Love comes in fragments,
Like the colors of water during sunrise,
While anger unleashes it's flames at once
Like a flood's trepidated demise,
Fearing in someone's eyes
But regret lingers like an aftereffect,
Like An emptiness where water once was,
Or like a distraught in our life,
Moments of feeling free, lost.
''Was one moment worth all this?''
Regret could be worse,
by feeling nothing at all
A burden to carry, or an end to seek,
In the cycle of one's rise and other's fall
Like roses growing out of a gun's leak
The roses belong to the gun,
As much as the gun to the roses.
In the dance of regret and redemption
A cycle endlessly closes
-R
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Sucking The Shades From The Shadows
PoetryA poetry collection filled with short poems. -Official description will be written after completion- Poetry.. It might be the language of the dead filled with the lively words of the beauty it exhibited during its time. Might be like a woeful ballad...
