Interesting how innocuous manipulations
Can destroy all her foundations,
A cleverly disguised portent
Dredges memories long dormant.
Beware the lurking tempest,
Where trust may play the largest menace,
Tearing at the frayed seams
Of long ago dreams.
When love dies, and the tears linger,
Grief wraps her potent fingers
In and out of the battle scarred spirit
Laying in wait until that one minute,
An awakened loving heart enters,
Offering his hand, sorrows now rendered.
~CWylde © 2016
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