Lost hope
Pressed lips upon lips of a past once missed. Resurgent, electric, a reconnected bliss. Feverish ferocity of love’s lovers tryst. United by memories of yesterday’s cruel twist.
Cruel just the same is how the story unfolds. Again, all that glitters is fanciful, not gold. Within shimmering eyes and lips colored bold, the package was clear but the story untold.
A story of betrayal, malignant malice portrayed. Words spoken empty on a mind now betrayed. Games of a child, childish games to be played. A worrisome mind, a misled heart should have stayed.
No longer the kiss to be missed, nor reconnected bliss. Simply memories of a tryst with a wicked cruel twist. Truth’s somewhere lost from glimmering eyes and bold lips. Words empty, or not spoken, left black and eclipsed.
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