3 Faces of Unrequited Love
written into 3 "sonnets"
This is quite personal to me but by all means, please give me some feedback good or bad

You’re like a whirlpool in my head,

Sucking in

The debris of my life

Until I’m nothing more than flotsam floating

On a cold December sea

And just when the raging waves

Of my love for you begins to die down

The ice creeps

At night, subtly sweeping by leaving me shivering.


It’s longing. I’m scared to close my eyes,

That perfect face etched into my mind

Haunting my wakeful dreams,

And you know what the worst thing is?

You don’t love me.

The End

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