Unrequited Love
Bluntly she loved him
She was his Great Gatsby
Unmistakably his fool
Wanted to be his jewel
Cruel skies turned black
He does not love her back
Unreciprocated feelings
No time for healing
Kneeling inside this hurricane
Her eyes bubble over like champagne
Cupid had poor aim with his arrow
She’s a lovesick sparrow
La douleur exquise plays on the piano
Love she can’t have is exquisitely painful
Feelings unsustainable
Love unattainable
Prays she’s unforgettable
She’s a beautiful disaster
No happily ever after
Unless there are more chapters
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