A handful of dust

Here I am again,

Head in my hands,

Another opportunity

Crumbled into dust,

Seems I was just

A fool from the start,

When he was messing

With my runaway heart,

Couldn’t see the signs,

Fell for his lies,

Longed for his touch,

Captured by the gaze

Of his brilliant eyes,

Lured into his web

By the sweet melody

Of his voice,

Held prisoner

By his charms,

While he carelessly

Cracked my shell,

Pierced my wounded heart

With his poison,

Tossed me aside

When he had finished

Dining on my soul,

Leaving me here again,

Head in my hands,

Without hope,

Just a handful of dust.

Reviews

[ron]

To many have been ground to dust for the sake of missguided love. very wel ritten.

[Dye]

Wow. Been there done that. Great story told, relatable.