Creeping measures of love at first sight.

The dew in the morning of a heart gone aflight.

It came as the wind, and left like the tides.

You thought he was perfect. yet secrets over ride.

It was a needle to your throat.

the words pricking your skin.

" I found another. So be gone you! I wish to never see you again."

The tip of the poisioned spear rippled your acheing chest.

Your plee for survival screeched but was stiffled within.

Love. It was a folly. A curse.

It revived the reality of hurt and disgust in life's unfairity.

And left ashes to smoldered dust.

Never again will my heart be trampled.

For a heart broken, is a weakness stregnthened.