Whispers of a poet's heart

I knew from the first ominous beat

But her smirk called it an infatuation

And yet, I wring out my heart daily

Seeing her- smile with him from here


Losing a little more of my dignity

It seems so pernicious, watching

My moon slide off with darkness

Knowing I can do nothing but hurt


Love- it has a nature of its own to

Which all our hearts are tethered

And I admit fully, I lack all courage

To sever any of my love from…her


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