Love On The Turn. Poem by Peter Vealey

Love on the turn,
On the run.
When it`s here.
It`s too late.
The train passed yesteryou,
And all the people see,
Is the look of betrayal.
And pray this will never,
Happen to them.
Love on the burn,
Hurting to ruin.
When it glows,
You don`t question
Anything.
And think your
Blessed.
When the opposite is true.
And the traitor,
Is on your shoulder!
As the lights go out,
Love on the turn,
No one to listen to your song,
Only the pain is
Never gone.