Yesterday's goals, dim memories.Dark saddened eyes, blurring with tears.Painful scars borne; Love's history.Futures crumble when doubt appears.No brightly lit hope envisioned,When following after harsh words.Hurt soul splits in twain, partitioned.Swooned by appeal - when numbness lured.Apologies made, never bought.Price paid turned out far too costly.Though never known what would be wrought -Must walk into the night softly.One wish, only to be released.Granted - now receive this token.Words written in rhyme, love's deceased.When promises made . . . were broken
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