Lovelorn
Heart torn to shreds,
tattered, trembles under
fallen tears in icy nights.
Yet the sun comes out,
the tears dry, the pain
nakedly exposed,
burns.
Consoled in quietude,
along the bridge we walk,
we talk,
till the images, the voices
fade away into memories,
into more pain.
- Wannabe Poet
(Completed: 28 Apr 2007)
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