Despair

The salt in my tears is strong
Enough to burn a hole through
My heart to reduce this pain.

My brain ceases to function
With the thought of losing you
While it clings to the last precious memory of you.

To face you would be murder to myslf
For I would die
Upon seeing the degree of your emotions.

Would we ever be as we once were
Enjoying the pleasures of our pure bliss?
Or must I mourn for eternity like a new-found widow?



Poetry by Nightingale21
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Written on 2008-06-01 at 04:25

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