"I am now lonely"
"Woe is me"
"For I am without my love"
Sadness trickles down my cheek as a raindrop doth a brow
I shall surely perish without her soft gentle touch
For she is the light of all things, the early morning dew atip my petals, and the loving embrace of one to another
But I sulk her passing, as I hope she never leaves
Nevermore I plead that she leave be, for I cannot find stride in peace without her warmth
As it stills the ails to my bleeding heart and stitches the wound within my swollen bosom
I find my sense reminiscing memories of old and she plagues softly each and every thought passing by
As I am lonely now I write to thee, to never leave your sweet
"For woe is me"
I am without not justly love, but my just love
As she is mine, I lease ye to come again
To float like the wings of a butterfly into my garden
To feed on the sweetness I provide to her, a love unfound by any other
A love that is true
So heed my word men of worlds
Never leave your grace
Never lose your time
Never lease your prosperity
As she is happiness within sight and within mind
"Happiness at last"
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Journal
PoetryThis is just a collaboration of poems that I wrote to get me through the day sometimes. Dealing with heartbreak tends to be deep and unforgiving but this was the only way I knew how
