True heartbreak in two a man’s heart divides
Half completely lost, the other retained
Doomed to forever love half-heartedly.
A woman’s love twice lost can ne’er be found,
Her form revived conceals her heart defiled
But within her eyes this very truth lies:
Where love is lost, misery and pain abound.
The language of love needs no learning,
It’s words are short and sentences brief
That he so blessed with understanding
Knows that love is merely sweetened grief.
FOR A LOST LOVE As weary I grow in my final fight I know I shan’t outlast this frightful night, For men twice wiser lived but none exists, Who by his wit contrived life from death’s mists. Dark and dreary have been my fondest dreams Dearer than reality, so it seems For there blossoms the…
The select company that I would wish for today — in addition to a generous number of very attractive lecherous ladies –in celebration as my chronological age reaches a score, is not of the few distinguished personages that I have come to cherish in society (my family and friends), but it is of such votaries…
APOLOGIA I, deserving of a fair life, never enjoyed the excesses that wealth so prodigiously brings. To us, God was never over-kind, for our possessions were not huge: a small edifice was my home, a wooden hovel my church, and a widow’s well-earned pittance was all my siblings and I had to live by. It…
I remember when it first dawned on me that I was not just merely perpetually sad, negative, unmotivated or for the most part indifferent, but, that I was actually suffering from depression. At the time, I was only old enough to sprout three or four strings of hair on my chin, and I had not…
The warm sunshine struggled through the heavy fog that hang above the town. The morning seemed calm and quiet, such that one would be led to believe that all was well with the world. From a red Corrado that had just sped into the hospital’s parking lot, emerged a man. It was 7.00 am. The…
THE DEVIL’S CONCUBINE (pt 1.) Concealed within the fortress of her heart, she said, were burdens too grave for one soul to bear. Unsatisfied with silent solitude, her tongue blistered in endless prayer, she held my hand and fought back a tear. Her face turned towards the sky as if to implore her Gods for…
Amazing
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I am absolutely dumbfounded! This is definitely the most epic depiction of love – love lost, unrequited love, love found.
deep
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