Dying, dead, forsook

Dying, dead, forsook

We came to be that strange and mournful day,
Two lonely hearts entwined then torn away.
You packed-up our troubles, then you ran,
Far away, and far from hand.

No longer will we share,
Or with our hearts compare,
Our troubles, our joy, our fun,
Now the lovers knot is left undone.

So now I sit in solitude;
My cheeks wet, my lips dry and chewed.
Forgotten and trodden underfoot,
Left dying, dead, forsook.