flaws....
It was you or me,
Who cut it in a spree?
There is a numbness spreading,
Ruthless and speeding.
The softness and patience,
Lay crushed by the rough defiance
The passion and need,
Vaporized indeed
Long ago that candle was aglow,
Left to turn all wax and dark in the blow
Only visible are the flaws,
That at the heart claws.
Loneliness and wounds daunts
Unfulfilled promises haunts
Memories will languish
With loss and anguish….
So, it was you or me
Who cut it in a spree?
This rhyming poem tugs at the hearstrings ss..
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