Terms of endearment, hanging and tattered, unexpressed and still, until contempt is scattered.
Selective bargaining, for dishonorables said, held hostage of loving words, bound tightly in shreds.
Thinking worst first, is a plague that’s sought, to disrupt and administer poison, to a sweet and tender heart.
Antagonizing ways, speak volumes to the interior, stripping away the enamored fiber, of love’s posterior.
Years take a toll, and minus all regard, of a victim’s power of intake that destroys the loving heart.
Proof of once was, is hidden, under planks. Superficial denies the heart of it’s goal and yanks.
With each breath of sorrow, a growl of sighs, will penetrate. Drying the bone marrow of it’s strength & captured fate.
Rapist wit, to overshadow a glow, by the suspect’s need to bully rapture between row.
Judgment stands out like sunlight’s Karma, enduring no more of ancient translucent drama’s.
Sacrifice is taken by all accords, for when love is murdered, its something the heart ultimately, can’t afford.
By Tamara Moore. Thinker on the loose. Copyright (c) Reserved for purposes intended for and by Tamara L Dorsey-Moore