Forsaken

Empty Hearts. Invalid souls
Screams of devotion can't
keep hold. Desperate cries
for understanding. Reprimanding
every broken promise struggling
for something honest . Tears fill
the spaces where trust was once held.
Devoured lies struck so heavily so bold.
To have forsaken the one we used to know.
Stories subtle to the basking of destruction
of faltering memories. With compressed souls
proceeding in search for the loyalty of which
is so moderately found in time to savor the hope
in our hearts for true love in this life.

by: Brianna Burnett 12.05.10