Their lips intertwine
Like a wine glass to mine
The red wine pours
And drips down my chin
But I've no care to wipe it
Their hearts are twined
While my heart is blind
Its compass broken to shatters
No idea where to go and no
Home to return to
Their souls star crossed lovers
While mine are lost in covers
Empty sheets that once held
Your security and warmth
Now hold insecurity and mourn
Their love so strong
I've not my love for long
Dissapeared without a trace
I'm going crazy without hope
Of you returning back to me
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Poems
Poetry"I'm dead inside." "Great same." ________________________________ 130th in Poem [180909] Completed as of [040119]
