“On with the dance! Let Joy be unconfined.” Lord Byron
Trust is pain.
Affection…affliction.
Naught to gain
from human addiction.
Never assume one may be exempt
from familiarity breeding contempt.
One short word
makes an end.
Venom heard
destroys a friend.
How true the phrase that hate and love
Fit together like hand and glove.
Of this part
I am tutored well.
Open heart
means pain of hell.
So withdraw once more, I find I must.
Protect the self.
I
will
not
trust.
April 17, 2008 @ 1:15 pm
I love this. The photo compliments the poetry as well.
April 17, 2008 @ 1:17 pm
What a beautiful picture. The lighting just makes it!
April 17, 2008 @ 5:34 pm
A potent and lovely shot to go with potent and lovely words. Happy HNT.
April 17, 2008 @ 9:54 pm
I really like that poem. That picture is so gorgeous too.
April 18, 2008 @ 11:51 am
gorgeous pic honey! And the poem is haunting. Strange how we come back to places were we never thought we’d be again…
April 19, 2008 @ 10:31 am
Beautiful picture,
poignant words.
Amen.