Tears surface
like a bubbling witch's brew.
Shattered heart
lies on the floor
like a fallen, rare Ming vase.
Dare to ever again
look love in the face?
Onward walk
with the cries of pain.
Never to love in time
as the heart pines
for one and only one.
An unsolved
passion lurks on
within, forever
speaking in soft, mythical
words, of
her undying
affections and devotion.
As memories claw at
the soul ripping
and tearing through
the cobwebs of all
that was as one within
her heart and mind
she looked back
on time and saw
that all had been
no more than an
unfortunate game
of love.
-MS
