“Quiet Beginnings”
Quiet beginnings,
Plant seeds of hate.
To love is to ache,
To ache is to die.
In beginnings,
Young lovers dream,
Of quiet endings.
Love’s ache,
Love’s hate,
Destroys the young love’s dreams.
Quiet beginnings,
End in hateful dreams.
A wounded heart aches,
From love’s hate.
Always in a memory,
Of quiet beginnings.




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