Tattered Remains
My walls are caving in upon my heart,
And time no longer seems to want to care,
I yearn to remember, forget your part,
That caused my love to be naught but thin air.
In mirrored shop-windows, I see your face,
Your laughing smile is kissing someone new,
Where’re I look I see you ev’ry place,
Behind closed eyes I see similar too.
I long to leave this place of intestate,
To leave forlorn and hope, simply be free,
But ev’rything I see makes me yearn to wait,
‘Til once more I hear you say you love me.
My weary heart is ripped from seam to seam,
I’m left with tattered remains of a dream.
Form: English Sonnet
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