And bred dismay, that conjured up long sleepless nights, betrayal,
Doubt, and more besides. A wounded heart that felt the pain,
Of withered roots devoid of rain, a cornerstone, a crumbling
Mass, a promise made that didn’t last.
An aide-memoire, a wicked deed, that left a poor girl's heart to bleed.
A lover’s blood, a wasted source, a fountain poured from dusk to
Dawn, an injured mind a broken heart, lips that called his name out
Loud, but no reply, a girl marooned, to weep and wonder, heal her
For in a bedroom far away, where grass was greener yesterday...
But no, that’s just a handy phrase, to cover up mistakes he made,
Mistakes that dwell where no thoughts should, an ink stained slate,
Defaced and smudged; and on the nights when rest should come,
Her image haunts his lonely room, he sees her face, her loving
Smile, the trusting girl he left behind. Escape won’t come, it
Never does, to those who cheat and swindle love.
© Joseph G Dawson
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