Your cruelty knows no bounds—my heart tells me so
For in your kindest way you spit on it now
Again with a taunting smile and a witty jest you murder me
There is nothing left of your ocean’s eyes now
With all your feverish fondling torn away
Now emptiness is all I can claim to take away home with me
The heart is now a cage’d beast I keep fed
On scraps of my memories of stolen love
And I fear now I will always be trapp’d here to feed it
What should I do to break this heart’s misery?
What words should I speak to end its loneliness?
Should I end its sad life and break this awful spell on it?
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