Has feelings of love been extinguished?

Has the vows of matrimony been relinquished?

Happenings are happening beyond my control.

Inside of me is nothing but an empty hole.

I feel as if I’m withering away.

What more is there left to say?

Things that love cannot change.

Leaving the heart suffering,

and eaten away with mange.

How does one fight their way back from this?

Shall the heart always miss?

Oh, to be a dream is my wish,

but I am afraid I have been served this dish.

Meant to be is meant to be.

Sometimes a hard thing to see.

It will not defeat me,

for it cannot.

The story of defeat

will not be the plot.

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