Once There Were Flames
When feeling bored and alone,
thoughts of love
mingle with memories
and overwhelm your lonely heart.
To love and be loved
is what it means to be human.
Love tantalizes you with intimate imagery,
then seduces you with the nectar of desire,
and you fall under its spell.
Like the innocence of a child
enamored with the beauty of a dream;
you are a slave to your emotions.
Betrayal shakes the foundations of logic,
causing an inward migration
to the safety of your thoughts;
where you remove yourself from reality
and meekly surrender to your feelings.
The absence of love
fosters feelings of emptiness and isolation;
and like the tin man
craving to hear the beat of his heart,
you are left with the sound of silence.
And the embers of love doused by time
continue to smolder as they consume your heart
leaving only ash,
where once there were flames.
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