Yesterday's goals, dim memories.
Dark saddened eyes, blurring with tears.
Painful scars born Love's history.
Futures crumble when doubt appears.
No brightly lit hope envisioned,
When following after harsh words.
Hurt soul splits in twain, partitioned.
Swooned by appeal when numbness lured.
Apologise made, never bought.
Price paid turned out far too costly.
Though never known what would be wrought -
Must walk into the night softly.
One wish, only to be released.
Granted now receive this token.
Words written in rhyme, love's deceased.
When promises made . . . were broken.
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