Fragment Twenty Eight
We whispered promises over skin;
envisioned a life with a new beginning.
We thought we were meant to be together and maybe
in an alternate reality we were.
When the time came to part ways
I knew our love was never true,
our hearts were stolen long ago and
we were simply separate travellers,
confusing love with a kiss
in our quest to find home.
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Ruined
PoetryPoetry centred around the dark side of love in which the repercussions aren't always just a broken heart. •A collection of fragments from a life best forgotten• Copyright© 2018 Lillian Helene
