My Foolish Heart
On this fretfully dreary and desolate day,
when at last the fading sun dipped his face,
I was grieved to realize love had led me astray.
Now, I am lost in a sullen, shadowed place.
When at last the fading sun dipped his face
I welcomed darkness as my dearest friend.
Now, I am lost in a sullen, shadowed place
where heartache is a malady without end.
I welcomed darkness as my dearest friend
within this bitter realm I have come to embrace,
where heartache is a malady without an end.
Each time I close my eyes, I still envision his face.
Within this bitter realm I have come to embrace,
fear forces me into an abyss. Deeper, I descend.
Each time I close my eyes, I still envision his face.
My foolish heart has no desire to heal and mend.
Fear forces me into an abyss. Deeper, I descend.
I was grieved to realize love had led me astray.
My foolish heart has no desire to heal and mend
on this fretfully dreary and desolate day.
April 3, 2022
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