SCREAMINGbetweenLINES

She the BEAUTIFUL marionette
dances on silver fabled STRINGS
to the tune OF
his LIES

MAYBE next year
HE’LL marry her

Five years
a PROMISE ring
bound HER finger

WHITE flag
stained with stale blood
red as ROSES
SHE never RECEIVED
only THORNS instead
PIERCING parables
of love

A story FABLED
from the beginning

five years flew by
a long time holds onto
nothing but
an empty PROMISE

time SAVES
all but
NONE
at least
not HER

WASTED moments
in DESPAIR
the FRACTURES vein
THROUGH a broken mirror
five YEARS bad luck

SHATTERED complexions
WITH many eyes
staring back
at HER expressionless gaze
the true REFLECTION
OF her heart

the hour glass
never did hold
TIME

silica chases silica
on the WHISPERING
winds OF eternity

A once false hope
now whispers TRUTH
with CERTAINTY

he loves her
but is not in love
with her

similarly
her heart ECHOES
the same sentiment
amongst SILENT beats

one marionette string
now breaks
under the tensions
of VERACITY

her tears WASHING
away THE blurred vision
of a FANTASY
she ONCE
BELIEVED

on the horizon
a CLEAN slate

SHE IS STUCK
too hard to go forward
not worth going back

NOT KNOWING
how to begin again
HOW TO START OVER
remaining strings now dissolve
BUT A MARIONETTE NO LONGER!

©2009 L.Warren