hearts do break <br />a slow unravel to reality <br />as first impressions fade and die <br />and beauty shows its warts and all <br />I saw you first <br />in all the glory of imagination <br />gold and glowing full of promised joys <br />until I let you closer and the image faltered <br />could I be such a fool again? <br />Of course, <br />My heart will seal its wounds <br />with platitudes <br />with silly words and dreams <br />and see another miracle approach <br />and I will hold the steel <br />to whet your knife <br />so you may carve <br />my unsuspecting throat.<br /><br />Midnight Clarity<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rose-coloured-glasses-3/
