No longer is a possibility an afterthought
No deeper can our hearts be further fraught
No more, no more,
We cannot circumvent our cursory passion.
When pain is real, oft consequence the lesser
Paralytic feature while truths shield the confessor
The breathing banter
Escapes with certainty, a frightening fashion.
While judgment acts svelte in universal cloak,
The mind, that human anxiety will love evoke
Takes over with a rigor
Unmatched by an innocence lost in decision.
What really happens when a heart is left broken,
Who might define the brevity of such misfortune.