Free verse № 38937
Cloak Of Love
Does time not erase the memory,
destroying all the fragments
of a shattered dream?
The picture was so perfect
so undeniably unique.
Every moment,
Every encounter,
Every spoken word,
Every intimate gesture,
was sewn into the fabric
of a mismatched cloak of love.
But, no matter how strong the thread
one tug,
one snip,
one freyed edge,
would be the undoing.....
And so it was!!
you held the scissors,
I wore the cloak
and time refused to mend.....
8 comments
i have known despair; we smile every time we meet. and i always lose.
i no longer lay the blame for my own limitations on love.
we are love. we often forget this.
so, in that respect, we are contained by love because we are no more and no less than it.
Thats why -=Dark_Angel=- so just think on
Besides other topics aren't super and lovely enough to be made into poems, only love is truely poetic!!!!!
Just cause you had a quick handshandy?
How awful.
Can i have it for my collection of peni through the ages?
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