Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
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Lover’s broken heart
What thrives in the aftermath
But bitterness…hate
Weeds choke off one’s passion
Leaving nothing but wasteland
In trepidation
Pain foments until putrid
Romance the victim
With trust shattered like blown glass
The wounds bleed until bled out
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Really powerful.
Wow am I behind, sorry about that. Anyway, thank you Charles.
No problem. Life gets slow in winter. Even where it’s warm.
:)
And then after the bleeding …. then what ?????
Beautifully done :)
Great question, I hadn’t thought about the aftermath of the bloodbath. :)
Dom DiFrancesco 
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