HURT

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My love is unending, my heart is true.
The life I had has ended, now that I no longer have you.
The silence is deafening , I can hear my heart ripping apart. Such a sobering sight to see what is left of your love lying in a bloody heap on the floor. Cold silent winds billow through my soul threatening to shred any connections I have to reality. What can I do to repair the damage, to lessen the pain? As I struggle to regain my composure, the sky parts as the battle rages in my heart and soul again.
Why? I ask but no answer is heard, you left like a coward, with nary a word. The shell that was once me, screams up to the sun,wondering why you did what you've done. No answers I get, only silence returns. My soul is in tatters and my heart still yearns for the smiles and laughter that no longer remains.
The shock has worn off now, the healing begins. There's something so wrong at the loss of a friend. The repairs will be toiling as the damage is so deep. As the time passes my soul will still weep.

My love was unending, my heart was so true. My love is now guarded, the heart is now cold. This chapter has ended, my book will be closed.

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