Her Heartache



Weep I do, Cry I must
A shattered soul;
Devastated Trust.

Cry, weep and fall from grace;
Tears drop on cheeks
Drench this tortured face.

Gone my heart, lost I know
Vanished this night.
Lamenting e'er low.

Icy Calculations
No longer near
Now; Realizations

Mortally wounded heart
Beyond repair
When love did depart

Disappeared without word;
Deafening quiet
The only sound heard
Copyright Dancers Inc.,2000


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August 14, 2000