Heart stuck in gray dawn. Subtle remembrances, consume. Longing for more. Lingering for, "used to be". Vulnerability in pain gambled for strength in love. Held in place by promises.
Spoken words deny
Actions scream in love and pain
Hearts splinter and crack
Time cannot heal what was not meant to be broken. Change is slow coming. Dreams of warmth take hold, trying to leach into reality so abruptly ripped apart. Something once so perfect, so beautiful in its purity, in its simplicity. Forever tainted by selfless gestures turned selfish motives.
Dreams relive yesterday's bliss
What's good for one, not enough to sustain. Love enough to last, pushed under, forgotten. Lost to fear. Submerged in darkness. Yet, there lies the sun. Warm and alive. More than a seed, a field of flowers ready to bloom. Still, flowers of love do not bloom in tears of despair.
You are the warm sun
Watered by my salty tears
Flowers turned to hay