tears of crimson run down the face
as the light of the candle flickers bright red
as the melting wax hardens at its base.
try as it might
with its burning light the candle can not ally the crimson tears
that have stained the alabaster cheeks
of the betrayed and broken-hearted love.
the briefest show of tender touch and tender love
that the heart and soul has never known
is replaced with an abyss of emptiness and darkness
that light will never again penetrate
to cause again hurt and betray.
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Lost Thoughts
PoetryRamblings of my mind and heart in attempted poetry and writings
