Desire

Desire
Jagged edge
of a broken glass
filled with
Empty promises
Refusing to be ignored
Eroding
What is left of you.

Desire
Paper-cut on the heart
You choose to wear on your sleeve
Brings you swiftly down
Onto your knees.

Desire
Cracked mirror
Reflecting only your own image
Shattered lonely narcissist
Alone.

Desire
Double edged-sword
Your first choice
Plunges into you
As the object of your yearning
Bleeds in turn.

15 comments

    • pivoine68

      You are Sweetest AM. I think it was just a PMS kind of sadness because yesterday…I was quite jovial and ridiculous. As I usually am! (gardening as well!) Thanks for your concern.

      Big Bisous,
      Dawn

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