Cruelly faded

The cruelest kind of love
seems one that’s fading
from the red of passion
to the pale bleached pink;
not the one that ends
in fights and hatred,
not the letters written
in poisoned ink,
not the love that sheds
so many tears.
The fading love
seems to be the cruelest,
love that slowly ends
over the years.


Comments on: "Cruelly faded" (12)

  1. the slow death of love…yes it is cruel, but your poem is beautiful nonetheless.

  2. But occasionally, a breeze picks up, a spark glows bright, who knows? Nothing is dead until it’s dead.

  3. It’s too true, it hurts. Change is the one constant. We must always seek to renew ourselves.

  4. that is so sad


  5. Sad Ina. This has left me pondering.

    L&H xx

    • Hi Christine, it is sad when love just fades away I think. Maybe it is better to end it with a big blast! πŸ™‚ Best is not to end it at all of course!

      L&H xx

  6. This one touched a nerve…this is what happened in my marriage. I am not a person who does well with apathy. But I have known love otherwise, too. Very honestly and-of course-beautifully expressed, Ina. XO

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