Up till now, my life’s been all illusion
a fusion – of ‘what if’s’ and empty promises
Love based on a foundation of feathers – and tethers
Easily stretched to breaking, an aching heart....
My bed was briefly a bed of roses – one supposes
To charm and disarm
But then I was never enough for him and Indifference showed its hand
Unplanned, I’m sure, but nonetheless, it meant our love was damned..
So, no more illusory loves and soaring doves for me – no, no, no more
Let there be Magic of a different kind, to charm my mind..and soul
After all, the Universe knows me more than I know myself
So I ask, I trust and believe
And I know with every strand of the strings in my heart
That in Love and Light I WILL receive....
About the Creator
Jan Harrison
I have dabbled in creative writing most of my life and I especially love alliteration and play on words. I've had one childrens' short story published and had many articles published as a Handwriting Analyst. Enjoy writing ditties/poems.
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