My cup of love,
Was once overflowing.
Now it is empty,
Dry as sun dried bones.
Not even the dust,
Of love remains.
It was blown away,
By the breath of procrastination.
Hollow words have no substance.
Broken promises,
Soon to forget.
Once there was life,
To share in abundance.
Now there is only,
An empty shell.
Once there were dreams,
Yet to be embraced.
The truth you revealed,
Love was never there.
Hold fast dear heart.
The path around the bend,
Is the way to the one,
Who actually has a heart.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
My cup of love,
Was once overflowing.
Now it is empty,
Dry as sun dried bones.
Not even the dust,
Of love remains.
It was blown away,
By the breath of procrastination.
Hollow words have no substance.
Broken promises,
Soon to forget.
Once there was life,
To share in abundance.
Now there is only,
An empty shell.
Once there were dreams,
Yet to be embraced.
The truth you revealed,
Love was never there.
Hold fast dear heart.
The path around the bend,
Is the way to the one,
Who actually has a heart.
