A BITTER P I L L
The succulence of promises
take all you can swallow.
Believe the sweetest of lies
take the bitterness to follow.
It takes time to sink in,
into the depths of your grasp,
why those saccharine times
never seem to last.
It was the roses sent last week,
slowly wilting to its demise.
Now only seen as a consequence
of a decision gone amiss
It's the silly eagerness to know
everything about another,
that dies as curiosity is eased
and now doesn't even bother.
It's the longing for three words
though ignorant of its meaning,
calling it out to whoever can hear
then demands he'd be deserving
It's the willingness to give all
with foolish hopes for tomorrow,
then deserted without reason,
a womb filled and a heart hollow
It's all in the end you'll see,
when all was said and all was done,
that certain truths don't remain as sweet
when hearts are torn and hope is gone.
BY FRANCINE VARCAS