Blank stares gazing at broken vows and shattered words,
Waiting for a moment's notice of any sign of life or response.
I sit and gaze and wait and obsess with these broken vows and shattered words,
They consume me, they crush my dreams of ensconce.
I stare at these broken vows and shattered words as they destroy my being,
For sometimes I can not bring myself to accept what I am seeing.
The ecstasy of these vows and words fill my soul with the joy of a spoken pact,
These vows and words elate my mind with wonderful expectations and dreams.
But as these vows and words are broken, my dreams twist into nightmares of indifference,
They elastically shoot me into both mortal extremes.
My elation is short lived as a match's flame that springs to existence,
And is quickly blown away, and tossed into the distance.
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