Lovers Lost

But what is love, really?
Broken promises
and apologies never uttered,
“Sorries” that stop short of escaping tongues,
captive to a little thing called pride.
A picture speaks a thousand words
and I can see a thousand words in your eyes;
Two dark canvases,
a thousand brushstrokes
showing a thousand lies.

But what is love, really?

Trust tainted by falsehood,
The emptiness of betrayal.
Why is it that you’re so different
when I’m not around?
Why is it that when I need you,
my love,
you’re nowhere to be found?

But what is love, really?

Fleeting,
Like the golden hour sunshine –
you warm me up,
briefly,
then push me out into the cold night.
Lost at sea, we held on to each other,

We held on a little too tight.

Written by Sabrina

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