Literature
Unrequited
Today, I accept
the truth for what it is, what
it's been for so long.
You shook your head, and
told me you were sorry, but
it wouldn't work out.
I bought a coffin,
and placed my heart in its depths,
and dug a little
three-foot resting place-
The last abode for my un
dying love for you.
If only I knew
how to bury my feelings
away with it, too.
I suppose that means
it's a zombie, doesn't it?
For my undying
Love to be buried
Alive, its hopeful wishes
cut so short by "no".