My withered emotions drop like petals...
A dying love lets go.
As the dust of chaos settles,
And the winds of pain blow.
Across the breast of acceptance' gust,
the rushing waves of tearful rain.
Embelished thoughts with a typhoons' thrust,
soaking through me again.
Expensive lessons are bought and sold.
Not held in Trust or given.
We must be strong; We must be bold,
This fight is Soul driven.
As frantically we search for Love,
we starve ourselves of Life.
Thrown about we look above...
to the pendulum that swings it's knife.
Another dying love lets go....
with the dusts of chaos that settle.
Again the winds of pain will blow......
as drops another petal......
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