Real love is truth
and truth is lost to slippery concepts
saturated in shades of grey
that bleed crimson red
disguised as the lust
that speaks empty words
used to gain instant pleasures
void of emotion
like a black hole
collapsed inside itself
an endless abyss
of darkness and no hope
a secret adroit
in search of any or all to consume
devouring the truth
that is love
revealing the hopelessness
of a material world
Copyright © 2010 L.Warren
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