Pricked By Love's Thorn
My nights have no rhythmic shadows on the wall
Our candle flame silhouettes no longer rise and fall
Our love cooled like dying embers without a spark
Filled with emotive despair, tears spill in the dark
We shared a tranquil pond in a love forged long ago
but our waters are dammed. Our stream does not flow
What remains of us is a cracked and dried river bed
and a wound in my heart, from which my life has bled
No relief when night is over and the sun starts to rise
'cause it's your face I long to see when I open my eyes
With empty arms, no smile of contentment will I wear
I am left with only memories; a grievous burden to bear
My nights are foreboding, and transcends until morn
Like petals of a rose, I wither, pricked by love's thorn
Desolate, I now languish in the web lost love has spun
Lingering at twilight and dawn, on the edge of the sun
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2020
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