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The Weight of this Pain

A Villanelle

By Dylan Published 11 months ago Updated 11 months ago 1 min read
The Weight of this Pain
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My mind is a mess, tangled too much to maintain,

Without your touch I have nothing to feel.

My heart grows weary from the weight of this pain.

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You're a work of art, I'm nothing more than a stain

A smudge on your canvas to wreck the appeal.

My mind is a mess, tangled too much to maintain.

...

A flower in the dark can't bloom without rain.

The colour fades as the rose pedals peel,

My heart grows weary from the weight of this pain.

...

This feeling I've hidden is too much to contain,

When I dreamed of true love you were the ideal.

My mind is a mess, tangled too much to maintain.

...

Why live in this world when I have nothing to gain?

My treasure was lost, a love that was real.

My heart grows weary from the weight of this pain.

...

The thoughts in my head too in-depth to explain,

The scars on my chest too broken to heal,

My mind a mess, tangled too much to maintain,

My heart growing weary, from the weight of this pain.

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