Beautiful is your soul, yet to your mind you keep
Reverting, trying to make sense of it all, as you speak
Inwardly to yourself, wondering why his smell lingers,
The touch of his fingers,
Send you on a downward spiral of memories made…
Talks as you slept
In his arms…
N then you remember,
Why the beauty of this memory, cannot,
Be one that can be re-lived, cannot,
Be the future you seek, cannot
Be the person your heart has chosen.
As you lie on the floor, bruised, bleeding and broken…
Your heart has chosen,
To love this one.
Live in Light and Love ❤