He
of the noble heart
What
had you turned?
If
not mine thirsty love!
It
is clanging empty
Mine
wretched soul
Clamouring
for a touch
Just
a little nearness
That
assures mine feelings
Of
a tenderness long lost
I
ache
A
deep-seated crave
For
erotic lavish fill
Forgive
me for weakness
But
mine bones aren't strong
When
emotions are strung
His
scent lingers
Jolting
me to the awakening
He
is gone!
Oh
love of mine
Why
torture my need?
I
plead!
Let
me go
For
tomorrow
Smells
of hurt
He
don't love me no more
His
soul's deserted
Looking
on uncaring!
Oh
smothering heavens
Mystic
Cupid
Take
away thine arrow
That
prick
A
constant reminder
Of
a shattered heart, still breathing!
He
loves me not
Or
did he, ever?
Can't
tell now with his gloom
I admire your ability to find powerful words to describe this bottomless cup of pain that is caused by unrequited love... Your poem is like a warm blanket on the soul :D
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