Hurt Again
She was like the softest clouds,
On a warm, sunlit day.
Standing out in any crowd,
In a celestial way.
Unsure how to cope,
With a loss so profound.
Yet within, there's false hope,
Things might turn around.
My past reveals unworthiness,
My love, though given, meets only hurt.
I regret offering up my heart's fortress,
For each time it's done, I'm left in the dirt.
I wish our paths had never crossed,
Yet love for you remains, it's true.
Why did you leave me to be lost
In these deep, dark blues?
Copyright © Trent Vecchiarino | Year Posted 2024
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