Lost

Chills are creeping up her spine;
The face flushes warm and red.
Always handsome in the mind,
Never shall it leave her head.

Butterflies flutter deep within.
Mouth opens, but no sound escapes.
If heaven sent or deepest sin,
She loves what lies in deep dark caves.

Blind and broken, trudging on...
What was offered sets the maze.
In the black, whither belongs
A soul sold to this cold haze.

 

Whether together or apart,
In shades of happy or of sad,
Whole or broken, this long lost heart
Knows not the pain with which it's clad.

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