A pain that feels like weakness;
A hungry infant pulled away from its mothers bosom.
A hungry infant pulled away from its mothers bosom.
A pain that feels like suffocation;
A fish out of water.
The end of an era so to speak;
mourning what was and what could have been.
A fish out of water.
The end of an era so to speak;
mourning what was and what could have been.
Hurt and sorrow wash over the
seemingly desolate anatomy
of the lover mourning the loss of love.
Dejection creeps in, along side self-loathing and hopelessness,
the light that once shown down so bright on the future now appears dark and dimmed.
of the lover mourning the loss of love.
Drowning in a sea of uncertainty- fate
seems all but a scheme.
The notion of falling in love is threatened
by the hardening of the heart,
and desperation of the soul.
and desperation of the soul.
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