Aaron Wyton Greenwood
Bruises & Roses
So often Love is painted with Roses,
but I experience nought but Love's Bruises.
Fond memories of love, linger in my mind,
but regret overwhelms as the trust unwinds.
An impostor emotion, a treacherous token,
the ONLY emotion to render hearts broken.
The siren call of love; so enticing, so alluring.
But fools of us it makes; so deceiving, so beguiling.