Heartbreak Of The Saint Poem by Saint Cynosure

Heartbreak Of The Saint



Hardest thing is not to know,
the depthneth of my sorrow.
Lost of chance until this day,
lost in heart tomorrow.
Eyes but of an empty gaze,
breath held in despair.
Is it or,
or is it not,
a truth that non true care.
Worries stew until they ache,
tis the heartbreak to the saint.

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