He holds me no longer in his weary heart,
His words are concave, his mind wanders
To the time he awaits; when he depart
This iniquitous place and no one ponders.
My heart now collapses in its wintry fears
And with my profound knowledge, I shall die
And leave this murky place of sorrow and tears
With no melancholy, shallow words, no goodbye.
My saccharine love for him has broken me
And sent my spinning mind into the abyss;
I shatter, drowning in the icy shadowy sea
And be left naught but a spectre, to reminisce.
Hamlet, I leave thee with my innermost regret,
And entreat that I will not be a girl to forget.
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