My broken
heart
Cannot
decipher your riddles
Love used to
speak clearly
Now it only
mumbles
I catch
phrases
Dripped in
honey and poisoned with hope
Love used to
be a fire
Now it only
smolders
Where does the
heart go
When it
decides to wait?
Love in purgatory
Now creating its fate
My ember
love
Remains true
with hope
Though the
flame has died
The spark provides the light.
The spark provides the light.
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