"There is no such thing as the sun.
I can't see the stars,
my tears keep me from doing it so.
I can only feel but pain.
All since he is gone.
I look for someone I'll never find,
but I still do,
in the hopes that I might.
All shadows look like yours,
but all of the faces are wrong.
None of them divine.
But I'll never smile again,
The stars shine and he isn't here.
The sun rises and he is in darkness.
Even in death I love him, and of love I'll die.
And no warmth is there to melt the ice that has replaced my heart."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.