Contorted Love And The Path To Heartbreak Poem by nadara curtis

What does dusk mean to night? It means the closing stages of serenity, and a new era of tragedy.

What does the sun mean to the devil? The sun is a sword to slice and dice through his long reign of obscurity and anguish.

What is love to a broken heart? More woe and wounds, to cradle in the hours of darkness when the silence sets in.

What is a reassurance of everlasting love landed on deaf ears and an aloof pair of shoulders?

The possibility of fixed stars never satisfies the young… and a fine frenzy of them would never suffice to the desires of the veteran hearts.

If a heart breaks more than once will it break in the same place twice? Hate can heal and embellishs your perplexed stars with vengeance and another spoonful of hatred. If the wounds reopen, then the pain will be of greater depth…inescapable depth.

What is the consequence of a lover's touch? Priceless at the dawn of enticement, but as darkness fastens to the weak links of lust, they break and it was all for nothing.

What is exact the measure of lost love? It is immeasurable… when the lines that once bond you together become a hazy flashback…distorted and contorted in a sea of obsolete fickle and feeble fantasies.