In the depths of despair, where love once bloomed,
My heart shattered into fragments, a shattered tomb.
He who held my soul, now a distant star,
Left me alone, consumed by anguish and scar.
Tears flowed like rivers, a torrent of pain,
As I yearned for his touch, but all in vain.
He had found solace in another's embrace,
While I was left to drown in sorrow's chase.
Like a fragile vase, my heart lay in pieces,
Each shard a reminder of love's deceases.
Memories of laughter now echoed with scorn,
As I watched him make love, my spirit torn.
The once-familiar scent of his skin,
Now carried by another, a cruel and bitter grin.
His lips, once pressed against mine with fire,
Now whispered sweet nothings, igniting my ire.
In the depths of night, I lay awake,
Haunted by visions of their love's sweet ache.
Every moan and sigh, a dagger to my soul,
As I yearned for his return, but knew it was a toll.
Oh, cruel fate, why must I endure this plight?
To be abandoned, alone in the darkest night.
My heart shattered into pieces, beyond repair,
As he makes love to another, unaware of my despair.
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