Shakespeare wrote of baited breath as if he knew my love would be my death…

No glee or smile is true since you have left…

Not a tear has been spared. Not a word of honesty has been shared…I’m so uncertain and so very scared…

I mourn you day in and day out…

I am the only company Misery and Darkness will allow…

Broken and Sharp are my pieces; all scattered…

A ghostly mirror gravely fragmented; all shattered…

O Shakespeare, your tales of love and tragedy seems to by only life’s strategy…

-Madamchryzl-