By D. R. DiFrancesco

Your tender touches,

Soft upon my weathered cheek,

Comforting my soul.

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Looking glassy eyed,

Trust broken by love’s demise,

Drowning in self-pity.

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Tears of sadness fall,

Drenching my heartbroken soul,

In the dark abyss.