Thursday, April 30, 2015

Bitter



Bitter burst the moments,
pungent, dark perfume,
acrid in their energy;
so our love was doomed.

Glorious the leaving,
worthy of your grace,
admiration suppurates;
leaves a foul taste.

Stumble did the feelings,
tripping over grief,
falling into futures;
so my heart released.




http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2015/04/3ww-week-no-425.html

 
 

2 comments:

  1. yes sometimes we must go through such grief to find true love.

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  2. How very relieved one gets when it had been a roller-coaster sort of that one's leaving.

    Hank

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