Bliss or Burden

Unheralded love…

May be that’s what love is

You don’t fell it everyday.

But it lives within you everyday with hope of yesterday.

Hoping to see yesterday again,

Hoping to feel love again,

Hoping today never comes after yesterday returns.

Hoping it’s all in your head.

Denying the truth yet your numbness speaks louder

contemplation in the brain getting crowder.

garth full of red roses sinking beneath all those promises

hope of enamored shattered like a fragile glass.