Beautiful Past, Tragic Present

Beautiful Past, Tragic Present
An emotion which is so strong; no exact words could comprehend such pain and sorrow,
It was forecasted that it’d certainly be raining heavily tomorrow.
It’s the moment of an engulfing experience we only wished came to us in a dream formality,
We severely burn and suffocate from this harsh long lasting reality.
An old familiar wound being cut so deep within flesh that will never completely heal,
In the middle of the cold ravishing night, it spontaneously begins to steal.
It’s a tormenting effect that’s never ever recommended,
It brings forth destruction which destroys its righteous path, no longer to be mended.
It continues to break, repeatedly, until nothing is left but a million pieces of what was once beautifully created,
Its flesh among flesh, temptation erupts, no longer are they dedicated.
The story read out to me, shatters and teases and pulls me apart,
It’s what it done to my broken dark and soulless heart.
What turns this heart so dark and cold is the sight of beauty filled with something to be born,
Will it evolve into either an angel or a spawn.
A mistake that may turn into an object to bless,
For something so innocent and pure may clear the dirt and mess,
Where thoughts were never played out and false emotions pulled through
Now holy matrimony is inevitable, as the past stares back at you