11: 01 a.m.
My heart is filled with ghosts of love that filled it
once upon a time, now all have become just disappearing
ghosts of death’s embrace.
Remembering all the love with genuine joy, yet knowing
that not all of it’s memories lasted in this life.
At times a love came pouring into my heart, filling it
with promises of staying and loving forever.
Alas, love was fickle, it’s bright and burning flame
was snuffed out by insincerity, cheating, lies and deceit.
O’ the heartbreak that was gone through, ripping my heart
and tearing my soul for unknown reasons of another human
being.
At times feeling contempt or hatred for the way it was
treated, yet in the end there was nothing it could do
against the onslaught of a mistaken love. 11: 02 a.m.
6/22/15 RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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