the heart of autumn...

like autumn leaves
naked
brittle
and
frail
strewn against their will
by whispers of winter
so too her thoughts of him
lying long dormant

now weave their way
on the winds of time
into her days and nights
days without light
nights without end
without him
leaving her heart
naked
brittle
and
frail
like autumn leaves

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.

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the web of woe...

a web of their own they did weave
when first they loved and did deceive
for love was not theirs to conceive
they gave no thought to those who’d grieve
and lose their light from that night’s deed
a web of woe did they weave
when first they loved and did deceive

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.

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the thought of you...

the thought of you
possesses and caresses my heart
how could it be that we had to part
leaving us both broken and blue

the thought of you
torments and tortures my soul
how could it be that time took its toll
making its way long overdue

the thought of you
teases and taunts to my core
how could it be we had to say no nevermore
leaving forever shut loves sweet door

but not

the thought of you ~

is there...

is there no time for us
that we must love and part

is it a sin for us
to love with both our hearts

is there no way for us
to be in this life’s cusp

is there no place for us
before we turn to dust
.
.
.

two broken hearts...

 






in that moment of time stood still
in the silence of my screaming heart                      
i felt the sting of satan’s will
when from our love i did depart

and so i live in darkness void
where day is night and night is dead
with both our hearts now destroyed
and nothing left to be said

since from our love i did depart

leaving behind two broken hearts