Heart Of Ghosts

11: 01 a.m. My heart is filled with ghosts of love that filled it once upon a time, now all have become just disappearing ghosts of death's embrace. Remembering all the love with genuine joy, yet knowing that not all of it's memories lasted in this life. At times a love came pouring into my heart, filling it with promises of staying and loving forever. Alas, love was fickle, it's bright and burning flame was snuffed out by insincerity, cheating, lies and deceit. O' the heartbreak that was gone through, ripping my heart and tearing my soul for unknown reasons of another human being. At times feeling contempt or hatred for the way it was treated, yet in the end there was nothing it could do against the onslaught of a mistaken love. 11: 02 a.m. 6/22/15 RoseAnn V. Shawiak