Mar 2016
Love is bereft ---abandoned by the heartless
cry not, nor lament--none is around to listen
sorrows of the broken heart
are never assuaged by reason
..ah ! when would love
its splendour once more glisten?
my pillow I #bite this sombre night
in tears--I never knew love was such a prison.
cry not, nor lament--none is around to listen
sorrows of the broken heart
are never assuaged by reason
..ah ! when would love
its splendour once more glisten?
my pillow I #bite this sombre night
in tears--I never knew love was such a prison.
* inspired by Free Bird's LATE NIGHT CONFESSIONS--she is a fellow-writer in HP. # This poem is meant to be written by a young girl in distress.
