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Two Wounds That Haunt My Heart
In a hallowed halls of memories, two pains reside,
The thought of you and what you did inside.
A delicate balance, a fragile line,
Between love's deceit and heart's confine.
One wound, a ghostly whisper of what used to be,
Your presence now is a bittersweet memory.
Your words, a melody that once echoed sweet,
Now a haunting refrain that my soul does beat.
But another cut, a deeper **** within,
Is the knowledge of the hurt you brought to kin.
How could you tell such lies with a gentle tone?
And smile, while breaking hearts, all alone?
You saw my pain, and chose to ignore,
To hide behind a mask of love's dark core.
Yet still, you spoke those three words so dear,
"I love you," but did they bring me cheer?
Or were they empty vows, a clever guise,
Meant for ears that didn't question or realize?
For when you shared them with others in delight,
Did they hold any truth, or was it just a night?
We should have seen, we should have known,
Better than to trust a love that's turned to stone.
But now, I'm left to pick up the shattered pieces,
And wonder why, oh why, did we not notice all the creases.
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 4:21 PM UTC