…You know you want to
Between the moon and here,
Her thumping heart a solace seeks.
Between her head and heart
Are love-filled ballads that could have been theirs.
Her feet wearily walk the lonely shores
Of broken dreams and sterile love.
The burning sand, a gloating wretch
Registers its spite in a hot embrace:
‘Said ye not that love would protect thee?”
“Said ye not that his heart would hold thine no matter what?”
Dreams betrayed and banished to naught
By truths that roar and no prisoners take.
A double casualty of broken hearts
Neither the better in grief and pain
The risk foreseen yet stings like a bee
A constant reminder it always will be
To never again promise on forever
For only time will tell whether love conquers fate.