Romance?

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Wounded marks on an open heart
Once taught to love constantly.
Abruptly barred from its home
Without understanding the severity
Of raid issued at the core
That leaks of emptiness
On this desolate road
That leads to nothing but
Bitterness, rage, anger & sadness.
Scorned by acts of trust
That enticed your cruelty
In allowing me to believe in romance
That never existed and never will.
How does my fuming heart
Sway itself in turning its back,
On what at one time
Seemed to be the love of my life?
Edify me, for I stand ignorant
To love in all forms.
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