Two-Volume Novel
The sun's gone dim, and
The moon's turned black;
For I loved him, and
He didn't love back.
-Dorothy Parker-
I love this poem as though it's speaking to me, "You're not alone!" This poem is palpably sad and I can indeed relate to this. By the way here are my poems for today. Both are six-word poems entitled "Unrequited" and "Love":
Unrequited
You are
my music
of pain.
Love
You are
my poison,
my wine.
-Nuruljannah-