Lenses

Too long gone now
The scars have all
But vanished
Only the heartstrings
Remain forever snapped
Forlorn and fretting over
Futile what ifs
If only I hadn't been
So lonely
So lost
So lovelorn
It was me who let you
In past my ramparts
I lay down my guns
And you won the war
With me as your quarry
The pattern is presented
Perfectly through
Perspective lenses
Defogged of lust
And loaded dreams