Lacerated Sonnet

Like autumn leaves, our love descends, a scattered flight,

Whispers of promises, swept away by the cold night.

Each sonnet verse, a jagged shard, reflects the pain,

Of dreams dissected, left bleeding in the rain.

Beauty's melody silenced, now a mournful drone,

A garden overgrown, where weeds of sorrow have sown.

Your touch, a phantom warmth, ignites a fleeting spark,

Only to leave me colder, deeper in the dark.

Can fragmented verses mend, compose a new refrain?

Can love's sonnet find solace, rise above the pain?

Or will these broken lines forever bear the scar,

A testament to dreams lost, beneath a distant star?

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