Short Lost Lovesleep Poems

My Lost Valentine

Today, I sleep with a thorn pricked in my heart,
Tomorrow I'd wake up with the same pain as before.
As I closed my eyes, I dream of you;
Kissing me to wake up and accept the truth.
And in the middle of the night I awoke sadly,
My heart bleeds like stabbed by a thousand daggers
Then I tell myself, "If this is what losing love means,
I'd rather sleep forever, bleed and be found dead."