The Fickleness of the Human Heart
Where the only true guarantee is the resulting goodbye
Goodbyes are a guarantee in life,
Due to the fickleness of the human heart,
Always searching for a greener pasture,
It’s the one thing you can be sure of from the very start.
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Impermanence is the only reliable permanence you can bank on,
Knowing that in a blink of an eye the world has turned upside down,
Love and support a wishy washy conundrum,
Remember it’s going to be the reason your smile turns into a frown.
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Reliance is a misinformed regret,
Trust a courageous mistake of epic proportions,
The heart waivers on the turn of a dime,
Hurrying the goodbyes through lovers distortions.
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Family blood feuds a common occurrence,
Kinship thrown in the trash on a dreamy whim,
Where once they had your back, pretension in care,
The truth is uncovered and the surprise is heartbreakingly grim.
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Happiness placed into the hands of cruelty,
To be tossed aside at the will of a mood,
Love a bribe to gain control of the outcome,
Bantered between care and hatred on a single attitude.
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Be wary of the words and actions easy sprouted,
Know that listening ears live in a different reality,
Understanding is uncommonly practiced,
And goodbyes are life’s one guarantee.
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When you wake one day and realise this lesson,
Surrounded by broken promises, lost support and heartbreak’s debris,
That we are bound to live in a world alone,
Born alone, to die alone and to sail solo upon life’s tumultuous seas.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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