Oh pierced heart, you betray me each time!
Oh wicked Cupid, why won’t he be mine?
Scars torn into endless pages bleed blue,
Who else can wrap words into a magical hue?
I lie in the desert, thirsty for his love,
No shade even from the clouds above.
My heart is bruised again from the pain,
The loneliness slowly drives me insane.
Three hundred times, and still no reply
The poetry flows and time passes by.
If only I could rip the heart out of my chest,
And stop the pain so I can finally lie in rest.
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