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Syllables of a Broken Heart

You were
my tree,
green god
so free
�
As I loved you
So warm, and mine
Your beauty shocked-
loving and kind
�
But I was not the man you thought
A wretch, so broken and upset
Your love for me, I fear unfound
Does this path hold only doubt?
�
And
here
I
am
alone-
when
words
can
never
soothe
�
My thoughts of you,
now lost.
This single, stinging
truth:
�
To unbecome,
our past and-
strife
�
to forget
such pains
of youth
�
there is no fades
nor loss
�
To be straddled
in, this booth.