Dying Love
Half empty, unable to be complete, accompanied
by ghostly faces of life with out my heart.
My queen away from me lost in this unforgiving world ,
sucked into a black hole of my mental universe
not to be seen but missed.
Love is lost but forever entombed into my heart protected by traps for the most
cunning thieve can not
steal this love.
Hurts so bad it renders me sick stricken with the will to live
weak as is my pulse for my heart begins to
stop.
The tears flow freely doing the talking for my
motionless lips, limbs that are
so numb dying slowly for the survival
of my being is depleted with the love
of my life gone for my
embracing.
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