Off with the old

Off with the old

Off with the old and on with the new
Embrace-discard goes the merry go round
Each encounter ripples and stirs
New emotions with a hint of the old
And the whirls and the swirls go on and on.

Cloaking herself in robes of pure
Armed with a battery of being just
Spouting memoirs of pain and hurt
Creasing the visage with lines of fake
The whirls and swirls go on and on.

The world is fooled and so is she
The belief is real while the hurt is a dream;
Sometimes, when she stops and feels
Stops and dredges those oceans of pain
There is nothing, nothing there felt again.

And pauses she to wonder...
Was that real or this be it?
Is this the sought or that which she missed..
Then, why, why does it all seems so true
This, that and the half forgotten blues

She swings high -low and around
Experiments with Love abound.
Is it a game or is it a need, she asks
But on and on...
She keeps on spinning around!

~ Glowing Embers ~

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