Master Of Ruin

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about hurting and being hurt in love before finding the one true love

Submitted: June 20, 2018

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Submitted: June 20, 2018



Walking through the memories
Witnessing fragile, broken hearts
Those that I have left in ruin
Like a master of fine arts

Collective memories fade
As the seasons come and go
What seemed to last forever
Melted with the snow

I used to know each detail
Those little trivial things
Now would I even recognise them
As they became discarded rings

I’m guilty of hurting many
Or was it just a few
I had to swim through darkened seas
Just to get to you

Love is not perfected
With life’s first purest kiss
It’s a whirlwind of emotions
Until the perfect bliss

I don’t apologise for the pain
Because it’s given in two ways
Take the rough amongst the smooth
Until you see brighter days


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