New love is born
Beautiful with the undying promise of forever.
The love grows
Stronger but with scars from overconfidence.
As with all good things, it wanes
It takes the backseat to other screaming emotions.
Unattended to, that love dies
A death so tragic, no one noticed when it exhaled its last breath.
Now, love is buried six feet deep
Under new memories and dreams, and never revisited.
A love, once dead, crawls out of the grave
In search of the promise of forever.
It tries to visit to all the hearts it once dwelled within
But none of them recognize it.
The undead love, ugly and tattered
Seeks home and finds one in a heart, cold and bitter.
Oh Love Undead,
Whyever did you force your way back out?
Dear Love Undead,
Hurry, Let go of the undying promise of forever.
Pick all the memories as you go on,
Return to your resting place and be remembered as beautiful.
©desewa
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