In the depths of my heart, pain finds its dwelling,
A sorrow profound, a tale worth telling,
It razes my serenity, shatters my delight,
A foolishness exposed, breaking me, day and night.

I cannot blame myself for love's cruel twist,
For thinking it timeless, forever in our midst,
But to be an afterthought in your heart's domain,
While you remain my constant, an eternal strain.

My thoughts scattered, a haze that engulfs my mind,
The true depth of pain, hard to define,
Is it the sting of innocence, embracing cruel fate,
Or the anguish of my own perceived state?

I struggle to determine what pains the most,...