A Fallacy. Poem by Anele Potelwa (Unpublished)

The misconceptions of love
Are far not the truth
One can expect a lie

The rising drill of emotions,
Tells a silent revelation
Of a pregnant disillusioned mirror

And as they love
Its complexity imposes dynamics
True colours avail a truthful lie

It shines a sparkle of glasses
Broken, the glides get darker
And a hand gets full of blood

The hearts bleeds
It bleeds and never stops,
And stays confined to muddy blood

The misconceptions of love
Are far yet to be true
They happen to happen again

Moments pass in days
A lame duck decade
That could have turned arcade

Those tears ease like winter night
And flow likewise in times of age
And success is deferred
All was just a blind fairytale