These are shallow thoughts,

But like a bird with no wings I return for more.

That fool’s smile resurrects my heart,

A soul screaming for punishment.

So I fall to his bed of roses,

But I never saw the thorns ’til they tickled my blood.

Floating on a cloud of false promises,

I fall through

Thinking that his arms will be there to catch me.

Surely once a heart has been broken

Will it not learn from its mistakes?

Not mine,

Fool that I am.

Breathing your lies and betrayal

I’m caught for air.

Published in Crannog Magazine, Issue 7

http://www.crannogmagazine.com/crannog7winter%2004.pdf

 

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