In those days
when young and impressionable
I pinned my heart and hopes
on false promises
delivered by your silken tongue.
On that day
in the heat of the moment
I was carried away
in rumpled sheets
transported by your touch.
Alas, those champagne dreams
were soon shattered.
You stole a little piece of me
all that’s left
a bitter-sweet memory
a broken reflection.
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Image credit: Amine M’Siouri @ Pexels
The image shows a person holding a piece of broken mirror in which their face is partially reflected.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #134 photo prompt