Hurt hurls its winds of woes
as sorrow curls its snowy toes.
Love follows the past’s shadows
sinking in life’s muddy morrows.
Time burrows with horrors
laying dormant behind icy mirrors.
Loneliness echoes from regret’s bellows.
rustling memories’ leaves tumbling like dominoes.
Joy stands crossing its elbows
as worry rubs its hands to fiery egos.
Yearning sobs burying its head in pillows
Distance grows drinking circumstance’s marrows.
Time laughs as apology comes and goes
trying to have tea with logic’s plea at the gallows.
Misunderstanding trips and dies of overdose
leaving care’s bodies to freeze on sorrow’s snows.
Life is a cycle with love for a rose
A rose that bears sorrows in pairs
holding hope’s plumes as it blooms
only to die in doubt’s shadowy sky
with every try seeming like a lie
tearing a heart apart with mistrust’s dart.
Life is a lonely planet when we don’t plan it.
Words whip hearts that were once lit
with love for spring and joys that bring
summer’s fruits as memories that fit
stories with lines that left souls to mint
autumn’s silence as a stint
of love’s winter making its footprint.
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