REFLECTIONS © 2011

Like a thief of love,

Spending the night in silence,

In the cold bed of shame,

Where the echo of broken promises

Whispers truths that the heart dreams.

In the dark, regret weighs heavy,

Like an invisible but dense cloak,

And the love I stole, without knowing how to care,

Turns to ashes in my thought.

The bed of shame, lined with loneliness,

Holds the body but denies forgiveness.

And thus, in the void, I remain,

Like a thief who forgot the cost

Of pure love that once held worth,

But now is lost, far from warmth's hearth.

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