sweet sorrow
sweet sorrow
comes to visit me
in the night,
licking my wounds
as though they drip with
honey,
wielding memories
like knives
to widen my hurt.
for sorrow
loves the taste
of pain,
its pungent perfume
that reeks
of my heartbreak.
sweet sorrow
comes to visit me
in the night,
licking my wounds
as though they drip with
honey,
wielding memories
like knives
to widen my hurt.
for sorrow
loves the taste
of pain,
its pungent perfume
that reeks
of my heartbreak.