What Is This?

Is the fickle heart regretting

its choice to forego the chance;

the chance of love done right;

the magical dance where two

dance as one the world through?

Perhaps the time had come

and it has gone in a flash!

The grass is always greener

on the other side of love.

Am I right, you fickle flame?

If you continue with your

maddening haste, you shan’t ever

be loved the way you should.

Gnawing the hands that love,

that is your biggest mistake.

A flood of tears you cry…

quietly the meander, as

rain through dusty sand;

moistening the lump of you…

that lump you call your heart.

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