Why? why does love exist? <br />in my heart...when my muse don't feel it? <br />Why? What for? <br />Why do i breathe? <br />when my love is nowhere to be found? <br />why do i whimper...if he no longer hears? .. <br />I shall gladly die.. <br />to continue this life will be a lie.. <br />for he was the only light that burned in the dim <br />the only beauty..the only rhyme..that was him. <br />Woe is to me..i live yet i stand here shattered <br />It is my heart..yes..it is my heart..he murdered! <br />by moments shared..of embraces that were lethal <br />forsaken! my heart is alone in its funeral...<br /><br />maya crisol<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-heart-s-funeral/
