Love Feels Gone
For years I have watched the seasons go by,
dry and shrivelled inside this window frame.
I look beyond yet I am still frozen inside,
Alive...
Dying...
On my bed of fallen pieces left wanting,
hunting the outside for what seems to be never mine.
Winter has fractured my mind,
twisted my spine to shape its unescapable realm
of hidden tints and undertones that roam
the hours of this sour place.
I face dilemma painfully, dedicated
as I have failed to eradicate what I can't escape.
It's the same hours now that pass my window still,
yearning the lust that gusts by.
By and by the wind cries as I cry alone.
Alone....love feels alone,
Love feels gone,
gone is love from my home.
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