Never Mend
Ironic.
Platonic.
Is how our story must end.
It's fact.
A cracked
Heart
Will never mend.
Nostalgia.
Neuralgia.
Just different types of pain.
Bad memory.
No emery
Could smooth it out
Again.
Kisses
Now don't warm,
They scald.
Revenge
A dish
That's always best served cold.
And my pain doesn't break
It bends.
Like weeping willows
With arthritic trends.
My softest dream is torn.
And now
Sleep is no friend.
Broken promises
From passion born,
I know
Will never end.
Kevin East.
poem by Kevin East
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