I felt cold
when he replaced my love,
dulled my mind and left my soul despaired.
Tearful eyes
searched the dark horizon,
hoping to discover my mistake.
Broken dreams
scattered over dry sands,
but my aggrieved heart he had ensnared.
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Blood Never Forgets
life before the bruises
In His Embrace, I Slowly Died
where your love left me exiled
Sparkling Emerald Eyes
your arms, like carved oak, protected me
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The Cold Chain
it gleamed silver in the muted air
When Roots Rot
deceit drained our desire to flower
Deep Black Eyes
while my moist lips trembled