In the moment of our quietest coming together
Lay the seeds of our destruction,
The downfall of emotions came fast,
Words meant little as they tripped from tired tongues,
Fired by passionate flames.
The world fell apart.
Perspectives ruined perceptions,
Reducing Illusion to Reality,
Exposing truth not seen before,
Nor ever again.
Hope lies destroyed.
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It is truly sad when that happens because sometimes there is no going back. I like how you separate the last line from the stanza before. Its solo makes the impact of damage done more vivid, more real. [if that makes sense].
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Thanks! Yes, how much damage done in the heat and beat of a moment! Glad you felt the impact of the solo last line! Yay! I got it right! 🙂 Thanks for your input!
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