A poem..it's been locked private for awhile so not toworry, k?
T here is great sadness
when love and excitement
succumb to fear and dread.
The dread of whatt might
escape his mouth.
The fear of my own capacity for rage.
I mourn,
in black moods and veiled resentments,
the lost innocence of trusting love.
The death of sweet bliss
in his protecting arms.
Feeling unsettled shades
whispering the pain of demise.
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