On restless, gloomy nights as these,
I am reminded of my once
Beloved; how she piqued the heed
Of my sweet admiration, yet
Completely pulverized all hope
Of affection with a mere word.
Within my lacerated heart,
The embers of this dying love
Still smolder in a pool of blood
While streams of romantic ardor
Ascend as faint puffs of smoke through
The heart’s indelible crevice.
These outworn feelings will linger
Within the confines of my chest,
Perversely invasive, throughout
This night & many more, until
The embers cool & cease to smoke
& haunt my weary heart nevermore.
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