Why? why does love exist?
in my heart...when my muse don't feel it?
Why? What for?
Why do i breathe?
when my love is nowhere to be found?
why do i whimper...if he no longer hears? ..
I shall gladly die..
to continue this life will be a lie..
for he was the only light that burned in the dim
the only beauty..the only rhyme..that was him.
Woe is to me..i live yet i stand here shattered
It is my heart..yes..it is my heart..he murdered!
by moments shared..of embraces that were lethal
forsaken! my heart is alone in its funeral...
maya crisol
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-heart-s-funeral/
