Emotionally torn,
Mentally lovelorn.
Physically lovesick,
With blood running ever thick.
Unable to move,
Heart without food.
Dying slowly,
Each day lonely.
Never receive,
Embrace or relief.
Unloved by many,
Who appear friendly.
Fallen sour cries,
Shed through red eyes.
Used to pain,
Should be his name.
Thinks of love,
But never does.
Dwells on depression,
Becomes his obsession.
Just like mimes,
He only sighs.
Day by day,
Loveless he stays.
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