Image by Iva Hotko
Trapped within a dream
of love that shouldn’t have been.
Rose untouched by time —
ripples of loneliness
tearing up the heart.
Far from sight
but close to one’s heart,
words whispered by time —
“To live is to lose,
to love is to be bruised.”
To find wisdom in one’s heart
to settle for what is right —
through thorns to reach the stars,
for everything else is a lie.
“Hush, my child,
the world is still young.
Don’t be afraid to let go —
goodbye is the remedy of old.”