Words woven to touch thy heart,
only to be brocken apart.
Fingers that reached to touch thy soul,
only to be slapped aside with no remorse.
Tears that were shed in vain,
only to be reminded of shame and pain.
Dreams of lasting love forever,
in the end come true it shall never.
Happiness onced shined in these eyes,
only to tell their story of it's demise.
If sorrow is deemed to be my santuary,
I shall dance my life alone and in solitary.
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