a poem on deceit and love
In the moonlit glow of memories, where love once took its start,
A tale unfolds, of a fragile heart, torn apart.
He loved her with a passion, a flame that brightly burned,
Little did he know, betrayal's lessons would be learned.
But she danced in shadows, whispers of deceit,
He never thought her love was just a fleeting feat.
The echoes of promises, now shattered and torn,
A broken heart, wounded, battered, and worn.
Oh, the pain of a love gone astray,
In the ruins of trust, where emotions decay.
She played the cards of betrayal and lies,
Yet forgiveness lingers, as he wipes tears from his eyes.
Their love was a melody, harmonious and sweet,
But echoes of infidelity made the symphony retreat.
He believed in forever, a tale for two entwined,
Yet in the darkness, secrets thrived, intentions malign.
The warmth turned cold, as deceit took its toll,
In the ruins of love, where broken dreams stroll.
Her laughter, once music, now a bitter refrain,
A broken heart whispers, in the silence, the pain.
Oh, the pain of a love gone astray,
In the ruins of trust, where emotions decay.
She played the cards of betrayal and lies,
Yet forgiveness lingers, as he wipes tears from his eyes.
In the labyrinth of emotions, forgiveness takes its stand,
He searches for solace in the shifting desert sand.
The wounds run deep, like rivers that don't dry,
Yet forgiveness blooms, beneath the tear-stained sky.
As the sun sets on the chapter of deceit,
He contemplates forgiveness, a bittersweet feat.
For love, once unbreakable, now teeters on a ledge,
Yet forgiveness, a bridge, spanning over the edge.
She may have strayed in the labyrinth of lust,
But forgiveness, a beacon, rising from the dust.
In the echoes of heartache, redemption he'll find,
A broken heart's journey, to healing, realigned.
Oh, the pain of a love gone astray,
In the ruins of trust, where emotions decay.
She played the cards of betrayal and lies,
Yet forgiveness lingers, as he wipes tears from his eyes.
In the tapestry of forgiveness, threads of grace,
A love once broken finds a tender embrace.
For in the symphony of healing, a resilient art,
A broken heart finds solace, a brand new start.
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I know I have to be strong one to hold your heart closer to me than my own, I wish I didn't care so much.
Why do I care about things more deeply than everyone else, is this a curse or a blessing?
I dream of being free, flying through the air, absolutely nothing holding me back but then I look down & I see how the world really works so much emotions, so many unseen battles/lost souls. People say that it's not a big deal but I know for a fact that for those who are battling back with all their might for every second/every minute/hour & EVERY night/day. I see YOU, I see YOU & I acknowledge your existence & YOU matter, the powers that be put you here for a reason we may not know it but YOU matter to someone, even if we are not friends yet I care.
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the aspects of somebodys, the aspect of life they enjoy such as scents, the scent of their favorite deodorant, their sweat, foods they love, perfume, foods they like, what they smell like after they eat food, what their room smells like, what they smell like after work, their favorite cologne scent but they dont even wear it but they just like the smell, their childhood smells that they only smell for a millisecond then its gone, the way some times smells are added to a personality of themselves
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The older I get, the more I am learning from children.
I have been working with children as a caregiver for almost 14 years -practically for half of my life. They have always been a part of my life. They are the true healers because they continously teach me to reaccess my inner child energy. To be joyous towards life, no matter how hard it may get. To never stop playing or being foolish. To keep taking risks, being courageous and to go for adventures. To collect things in Nature and dance. To move, to shake my body out and to laugh, to cry,to feel my emotions on the full spectrum. To never lose hope and to keep my dreams big. To follow my intuition and to speak and act from the heartcenter. To cherish Nature and to dance to the rhythm of life. To get creative whenever I can and to never lose connection to my creative energy, which is the Source of my Being. They truly are healers. And I am so grateful for having them in my life, for their lessons , for their reminder to always realign with my inner child, to see her smile. To be there for her. To reparent myself. Cause I know that when she is smiling and truly happy, than I am , too.
~She is me and I am her.~
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