A patchwork of life, stories preserved. Look!
It's sewn with noble intentions, though frayed,
together fabrics woven, mismatched, made
and stitched my memories within, they shook!
Like seeds that fell into a stream or brook,
unbidden image returns; pawn to rook.
Twas slain by him in love, a love betrayed.
How cruel! Those gestures' meaning I mistook!
O tapestry of scars, of wounds, and loss!
What fool was I to hope for love returned!
He's forsaken my heart, so bruised and burned,
a painless love, I've yet to come across.
It's said, by karma we are all controlled,
and with this fact, alone, I am consoled.
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