I was alone
but you were there- with me.
And I kissed you
loved you
adored you
even worshipped you
You never smiled
I always cried
and then I died
there was silence
but I could hear you
crying out my name
again and again
until silence came
and in darkness I stayed.
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.