Every night and every morning;
Some to misery are born.
For the crown of our life as it closes….
Is darkness, the fruit there of dust?
No! Thorns go as deep as the rose’s.
And love is more cruel than lust.
Solitude is restitution for a heart made of glass.
Is it heaven, a prison, or an escape at last?
As I sit, I smile…..
Sometimes reminiscing in the past.
I often ponder the reasons as to why love never lasts.
Reality hits me like a ton of bricks.
My heart, my soul….. They’re closed…
Barely ceasing to exist.
I yearn for love,
That’s without a doubt.
Yet fear consumes me, quickly I bail out.
Emotions are concealed.
The tongue always silenced.
Hmmmm…..... I wonder who noticed?
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