Eloquent words and phrases,
Promises of the world's praises,
Trusting the difference this time,
Placing my faith in honeyed rhyme.
Relentlessly trying as hard as I might,
Just can't seem to get it right.
Perhaps Love doesn't exist for those such as me,
Perhaps it just isn't meant to be.
Shattered dreams lay at my feet,
Never to be realized, never to meet.
Those pieces are scattered beyond any grasp,
Oh, I've tried, they slipped out of my clasp.
Years ago, my first love, betrayed me as no one else could,
He left a little girl laying battered and bruised.
These are the memories of love's true meaning,
Love is betrayal, pain, demeaning.
It's all just a mask hiding the evil,
The real truth? Love is deadly, even lethal.
Those three little words spew poisonous venom,
Raising the putrid, horrible demon.
He lies in wait for the weak and unwary,
Knowing it's the father's sins he carries.
Is there no repentance, no salvation?
Can there be one to end this damnation?
Hope and faith, they say will endure,
So I hope and I pray for a forever cure,
Holding on tight to a dream, this time will stay,
Could it be? Maybe today?
CWylde ⓒ 12 / 31 / 14