Bolted, chained, and marred,
my heart remains beaten, scarred
from a love so quick and hard
that broke down my every guard.
Visceral, raw, and exposed,
my soul burns, a branded rose
blooming from these ancient woes
that only my brain knows.
Stolen, betrayed and flawed,
my love decayed, a false nod
leaving ash in place of laud
for empty thrills wrapped in fraud.

© Autumn Siders 2010


The spark of life your eye
has all but faded to black,
jaded by this world
stabbing you in the back.
The falsehoods pour in
from the lying snakes,
dying to get their fill of greed
no matter what the stakes.
Your open heart is torn
and tattered by it all
battered by the siege
of the unexpected squall.

© Autumn Siders 2016


Dripping wet,
from the ocean below,
your eyes met mine;
a quick glance we stole.

Later as the sun
was setting in the sky
I found you again,
the object of my eye.

Then the moon rose
as the stars began to shine
and I’d thought I lost you
until your hand slipped into mine.

© AUtumn Siders 2015