Reflections of My Perceptions
MiseRAble
My heart as empty as a box of mixed chocolates
After a valentine's day full of broken promises
In a garden of roses which do not know of blossoming
And candle-lit dinners too bitter for swallowing
With wine, made from grapes, now bitterly toxic
Grown in a wasteland, which would die to be exotic
Down a lonely, forgotten lane with nobody following
Deep within an abyss which knows no bottoming
Storing emotions too noxious for long-term bottling
Held by sensitive hands that still long for touching
abandoned by warmth or any sense of belonging
My soul singing songs which sound like hollering
My eyes, like clouds, surrendering acidic droplets
I am As miserable as a sonnet with no heroic couplet
After a valentine's day full of broken promises
In a garden of roses which do not know of blossoming
And candle-lit dinners too bitter for swallowing
With wine, made from grapes, now bitterly toxic
Grown in a wasteland, which would die to be exotic
Down a lonely, forgotten lane with nobody following
Deep within an abyss which knows no bottoming
Storing emotions too noxious for long-term bottling
Held by sensitive hands that still long for touching
abandoned by warmth or any sense of belonging
My soul singing songs which sound like hollering
My eyes, like clouds, surrendering acidic droplets
I am As miserable as a sonnet with no heroic couplet
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