my sorrow is hollow in a heart that echoes with the sound of tears and laughter of what was and what will never be
Poetry ~ The Shape of Sorrow
Poetry ~ The Storm of Love
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How long must she wait on the dock of unrequited love before she allows the sea to swallow her heart?
her tears burn as she falls into a cresting wave
so turbulent is the storm of her sorrow
she drowns in silence
Poetry ~ The Widow
she feigns a laugh before she cries a broken heart with no goodbyes pain and sorrow have burrowed in her lover's eyes, a face gone dim oh, cruel the time, tick-tock, the years deeply etched lines channel her tears an empty vessel, she sets course her sails billow as winds blow north upon life’s ocean, vast and deep fate beckons, no time to weep
