Love Bite – A poem written for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

 

I was betrayed;

You never stayed

On an altar of false dreams

I sacrificed myself, it seems.

Our connection died

Our love cast aside.

Your intimate touch

That I loved so much,

Was a passing passion

A fleeting fashion,

Smitten

Now bitten,

Yearning,

Burning,

In a heap.

Love may be free,

but it’s never cheap.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/February/2019

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/10/kiras-sunday-scribbles-29/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/smitten/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/rdp-thursday-intimate/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/your-daily-word-prompt-passion-february-14-2019/