Posted in Internal Rhyme

Scorched Torch

It started out with a spark and a shout.
There wasn’t a doubt this love was true
but no type of glue could keep you in place.
Off you would race to whomever you found
not willingly bound to promises made.
Our union decayed because of your ways
and the flames in our blaze quickly fizzled,
drizzled with your self-serving arrogance.
You removed any semblance of respect
and I detect you’ll always be the same.
Love isn’t a game, it’s a lesson learned.
When you play with fire, you might get burned.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 2/4/15 prompt at Poetic Asides to write a “disappointment” poem. Fortunately, I haven’t felt this way in a long time.

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