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At the Altar

Updated on January 10, 2017

It's daylight again,

Love screwed regret,

Tired eyes tell it the way it is.

Charming scenes of affection,

Flicker as our good times start to fade.

Adoration once fancied our lives,

A place in time devoted to my sweetheart.

Now strange intentions bear their true essence,

Time misunderstands morality,

Humanity pushes through the impossible.

Words now spoken are hinged on malice,

Our movements rouse revenge,

It's no wonder there's destruction in silence.

As certain as leaves change colors,

So too will we conclude in shadows.


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      DREAM ON 7 months ago

      Another poem to give me a lot to think about. I am starting to understand your style. Make today better than it has to be.