I hate that it doesn’t work out;
defeats, deceits
& estrangement;
white, whipped cream clouds
passing over the cold cold sun.
Universe infinite,
but indifferent;
passing briefly into orbit,
but wrenched away.
A solar flare,
barely detectable
in flames
burnt up;
charred black,
unrecognisable scorched heart,
eyes smouldering
without a soul.
Sensory deprivation without you;
can’t even sleep,
hands got the shakes,
fingertips turning grey.
Wish you’d leave me
or stay;
either way
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Author:
rebmasters (
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Comments1
Well written. Crazy how love and hate can rewrite reality.
Haha I struggle with 'reality' on a daily basis! Thank you for your kind comments
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