Cemetery

Death
The wound inflicted
Love
The salt that makes it burn.
Tears fall
From broken eyes
A shattered heart
Whimpers with lost lust
Splendid dreams are slaughtered.
The future aspirations spoken
Will never happen.
A piece of my soul
Covered up,
With nothing more
Than a rectangle piece of sod and mud.

The End

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