Wilted Love
My love, alas our love has wilted.
The violin is playing a sad song
If only I didn't feel so jilted
Today we could be going strong.
The petals they have fallen
Upon the open ground
This pain it has befallen
And I'm afraid it can not be found.
One too many times
This hurt I have endured
It feels like I have committed many crimes
This feeling can not be cured.
If only I could show you
The bruises on my heart
You'd know that what I said was true
And give me a fresh start.
But until that day shall come
The petals they remain
And slowly I succumb
For never have I felt such pain.
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