Love came softly on the brightest new morn,
turned to hatred on the darkest night,
leaving this soul scared and not so sacred.
Where innocence was, deceit does now reign
and truth hurts more than the lies that you bring,
causing deception to be welcomed here.
Monogamy, a four syllable word,
has been removed by Mr. Webster’s hand
and the page curls from the vileness brought.
You replaced love with a picture of her;
tossing mine in my own puddle of tears,
leaving it to run as mascara does.
Bruises upon my heart tell me it’s real;
if it weren’t I would be hard as concrete
and solid as the stone within your soul.
Author notes
4: Prompt: It's not love unless it leaves a bruise
viyanna rosemarie
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very beautiful take on your prompt.
This is masterfully crafted. Thank you for your kind words on my write for it brought me here to yours.
PS I think monogamy has four syllables
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omg. i love it. you did an amazing take on the prompt. (most of the others have been about physical bruises) this is brilliant.
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