Love, austere and lonely…
Love, austere and lonely,
A dozen wilted roses
Set out to sea.
Love, a sharpened razor,
A thousand thorns
tearing, ripping
Your heart to shreds.
Love, a crushing stone,
A heavy weight
Upon your chest.
Love, a dream deferred,
Unrequited,
Withers and crumbles to dust
In my hands.
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