Moonlit nights and starry skies dose bestow upon your eyes.

Like candles small flame, slowly flickers away; your heart still remains sealed amidst its many gray fields.

Neither black nor white may you appear, but in a shade of contrast in my heart do I fear.

To hate me, what have I done? This constant pain that I feel often appears to me to be too real.

Such is a rose in bloom that suddenly withers away; so are you, as you appear in total and complete disarray.

I thought I knew you once before, but that is past; now all I see is a gloomy shadow so massive and vast.

As Birds of night, often do take flight; I too must learn to let you go, even though it may be ever so slow.

Against my better judgment and restraint, I grant you a leave so that my heart may stop the ache.

In due time again my heart to be full, of what you couldn’t provide willingly not ill willed bestowed.

Constant faithfulness and love, compassion, interest, caring and warmth; affection, honesty, and hope are just a few of the virtues that I wanted the most.

Deviancy, betrayal, and lust fucked it all up for you now; so what’s your fuss?

As ashes are ashes and thus return to dust; I hope you are bestowed 1000 years of your loves’ unlawful tendency’s and used mistrust.

If things could have been different from what they seemed; then maybe you could have seen the love I had in my eyes that was viewed threw me.

Contingencies do play a small part; but to be lying and deceitful is a defiant game of one’s heart.

This poem was written/submitted by KaSandra L. Clark.