My thoughts will live
in the souls of lovers,
in their bones. their hearts
and their longing moans.
My tears will live in the
eyes of those
whose
unrequited sighs
are heard
only by ears
of the night.
My soul will walk you through
the graveyard of broken hearts.
Where dead love
is littered like leaves,
and aching screams can be heard
grating against the breeze.
Where unrequited sighs
go to die.
Their bodies kept out of sight,
a shroud worn
as they are buried lovelorn
under the dirt.
a funeral of loves
that were never born.
Like the reaper
of unfulfilled love lives,
I walk a steady stride,
because I've been there
too many times to hide.
In that dead ground,
in that place
where hurt sings so loud,
and I've tasted
the tears falling
from my own eyes.
The tears cried
for love's unrequited sighs.
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