Who could have thought, years of bliss,
Ends in an unlike manner: an abyss of sadness.
So much of a conceived, joyful eternity,
Underneath is unconsciously siege with the thief named reality.
Who could have expected,
One is blinded, truth has been neglected.
In spite awful circumstances,
One unconsciously welcomes pretenses.
Confusion occurs as reality sinks-in,
Break-up comes handy and then built in.
Words like heartache and pain comes true,
Agony and burden is so not far through.
A crucial question appears out of obscurity,
Ironic, that one could answer it in a state of uncertainty.
Am I going to continue my love story and discount ill experiences?
Or I have had enough, what are life’s lessons for?! Does it make sense?
No question can satisfy what pain has delivered.
No intelligence can comprehend what hurt has implanted.
A medicine is needed to heal deep wounds
Only Time is the capsule to break all bounds.
A new beginning has come, time to regain strength.
In spite all the Kerfuffle that seems endless in length.
Love stories can begin again: promising and exciting.
Lessons learned will always be a guide and would not be misleading.
To love is to accept that things are not perfect,
To care is to give without any suspect.
Love again like you’ve never loved before,
For who knows? He or she can be the one you’ve been waiting for.
***Ssensya this is unedited.. but enjoy!
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