Monday, November 26, 2018

Then Came Winter

Love isnt a puppets game
No strings attached
Hostility broke the hospitality spells
Hurting in emotion
Was a pain no opioid could erase 
Doubts stemmed from intense separation 
Faint Strategies 
Avoidant defenses
Rendered defenseless
To the wicked game of taunt
The should’ve would’ve could’ve
Whispering through wooden fences
Seasons rolled their flashy fits
Classy while hushed
Boasting without banter 
On display and hidden
From the next sunset 
Morbid realities without realty licenses
Introductions faded 
Concurrent grew misplaced 
Faith tested the visionary
Guilt trapped the runner 
Lost in the space 
Each platonic race slowed the drummer
Summer was a dance in warm rain
Fall brought winter without applications 
Completing the exchanges 
Unprepared lovers departed 
The bolts clicked into holsters 
Refreshed with renewed understanding 
Possibility exists as the atmosphere 
Drenched majestic sheets 
Depleting from the greeting 
Meetings ended 
Back into the shelter 
Away from the monsters of complacency 
Her closet emptied 
Every sincere nightmare 
Unapologetic for the applauded efforts. 

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