Post by davelyoung1 on Nov 28, 2011 13:53:02 GMT -5
Lover’s Trail Trial
(2011)
The wind’s wind-up the turmoil in my heart twisting one all around,
Where a mind whirls and twirls in memories swirling inside out.
When true feelings are boiling and toiling, why should I still care,
Walking down winding trails misting in the morning tear drop dew.
Mental fog drift heavy in gravity’s pit of lost and found feelings,
Where the focus reigns inside the past, when love was bright sunshine,
So blinding ecstatic - it erases doubts; until time created this lover’s static,
Where things got overcast, when one lie destroyed that mutual harmony.
Love crashed and burned, destroying Trust that Bonds Truth’s Foundation.
Miniscule crack that grows under strain and stress of lover’s pressure duress.
Where silence grows resentment in scorn, so forlorn, love is almost morbid,
Then explodes, where everything come tumbling down with love’s vengeance.
Verbal words sword points penetrate to wound “Your Love” for a lifetime,
Where any blow, no matter how small, creates lifelong bruised hostility.
That any verbal and physical abuse will dwell deep in memories dark well.
Where you walk alone, wondering why thorns of the past still bleed in –
Lost feelings of love.
(2011)
The wind’s wind-up the turmoil in my heart twisting one all around,
Where a mind whirls and twirls in memories swirling inside out.
When true feelings are boiling and toiling, why should I still care,
Walking down winding trails misting in the morning tear drop dew.
Mental fog drift heavy in gravity’s pit of lost and found feelings,
Where the focus reigns inside the past, when love was bright sunshine,
So blinding ecstatic - it erases doubts; until time created this lover’s static,
Where things got overcast, when one lie destroyed that mutual harmony.
Love crashed and burned, destroying Trust that Bonds Truth’s Foundation.
Miniscule crack that grows under strain and stress of lover’s pressure duress.
Where silence grows resentment in scorn, so forlorn, love is almost morbid,
Then explodes, where everything come tumbling down with love’s vengeance.
Verbal words sword points penetrate to wound “Your Love” for a lifetime,
Where any blow, no matter how small, creates lifelong bruised hostility.
That any verbal and physical abuse will dwell deep in memories dark well.
Where you walk alone, wondering why thorns of the past still bleed in –
Lost feelings of love.
David Lester Young 11/23/11 ©
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echoes, hope you all are doing well 
