Dark sadden eyes
blurring with tears.
Painful scars are born
love is history
Futures crumble when doubt appears
No brightly lit hope envisioned
When followed after harsh words
Hurt souls split in twain,
Swooned by appeal-when numbness lured.
Apologies made, never bought.
Price paid turned out too costly.
Thought never known what would be wrought-
Must walk into the night softly
One wish, only to be released,
Granted-Now receive this token.
Words written in rhyme, love is deceased.
When promises made...were broken.