Thursday, April 3, 2014

Broken

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.


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