Yesterday Whispers Softly

Yesterday whispers softly
the truth on today's breeze.
The tears, they stung
they had me on my knees;
with the realization love is but
an ephemeral disease.

Yesterday whispers softly the words of truth
that put my mind at unease.
Can these whispers of truth come save me please?
These tears, they sting,
they have me on my knees.

Love is but an ephemeral disease.

And yesterday whispers today on the breeze
a truth holding many decrees
reminding me love is but an ephemeral disease.
And these tears, while they may sting,
they bring comfort to the truths spoken on the breeze.

And yesterday does whisper today,
a truth that frees;
with the realization a broken love can be
released with ease.
When one is ready to hear yesterday's truths
whispered softly on today's breeze.

Love is but an ephemeral disease.

Today these tears that sting,
that bring me to my knees,
will they be tomorrows whispered truths,
spoken softly on yet another yesterday's breeze?

Is love ephemeral or is the disease?

© 2010 Lyndsey Warren