Residual

Residual

A Poem by Violet's Run
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A poem about the aftermath of love

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Residual

In love we lay down our lives with hope and expectation
Pledges are made of undying devotion
The glisten of youth is the uniform of desire
When we are left with the aftermath of a disaster
We linger in the residue of love
Hoping to resurrect the ashes
Rekindle the dead flame
Cry no more tears
Into the Residual

© 2015 Violet's Run


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Oh, this is tough, but absolutely the way it is. (Or how it has been in my life, at least) I envy those whose spark remains strong through the years, for there is no more wonderful feeling in life.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like the style more over it is so mystic , which I always prefer, all the best dear
sayed

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Violet's Run

8 Years Ago

Sayed..... I am so happy to hear from you.. and thank you for the comment... I know you are a lover .. read more
SAYED THANGAL

8 Years Ago

Most welcome my dear
yes! only the heartbroken know ;) i absolutely love your killer last line .. so nice to read a new post from you Violet's Run :))
E.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lovely read :-) Heartbreak is a killer. Thanks for share.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Violet's Run

9 Years Ago

Thank you for the read and the comment.. yes heartbreak is a killer and i need the antidote.
s.. read more
JustAPuppet

9 Years Ago

Me and you both.

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Added on January 7, 2015
Last Updated on January 7, 2015
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Violet's Run
Violet's Run

san joaquin valley, CA



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My grandmother was Violet. I share her name I am Susan Violet.. But she was the strongest most beautiful woman I have met. For some reason when I started writing again I had this image of her telling .. more..

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