He was losing hope
Soul becoming jaded
his belief in love, waning.
Was he expecting too much?
If the answer was yes
then he knew he was destined
to spend his life alone.
Exhausted emotions
played by the careless
discarded by the ruthless.
Each break
taking that bit longer to heal
each recovery
taking that bit more of him.
He had stopped looking
eyes cast down
heart closed off
guarded by memories.
Then, he saw her.
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In The Name Of Love
Poetry"Come inside this heart of mine, feel the beat to the poets rhyme, words they tumble, spilling pain, tales of woe or love, again." Poems about love, good and bad, real and imagined, sometimes beautiful, sometimes dark but always, always, from the...
