The Lost Poems

She took me, loved me,
my flame, she kindled-
Weaken knees, gave her
my heart.
Left in the middle of the
night, swift as a thieve...
Into the darkness she was
Alone with misery, broken
half, no better half-
Devil laughs.
Sadness dried my tears,
only swallow my agony...
My fire is out, spirit with
no wick-
Shallow, secluded, lonely
Gave up love, hope too
find is not true anymore.
Let me die alone...tonight!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

She did a number on me...

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