Dagger of love

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The sun clambers up the indistinct hillside,
as the harsh rays infiltrate his dreams.
Invading the place where he has no need to hide,
where no one need hear his screams.

As the sun dawns for yet another day,
one that's wrapped in hurt and pain.
The silent anguish he doesn't portray,
his dignity he tries to maintain.

Everyday his heart breaks a little more,
as she wanders through his life.
His heart is trapped like a prisoner of war,
as she sharpens the butcher knife.

She cant see the sorrow she causes,
as she callously knocks him back.
With her words like bullets she withdraws,
the knife ready for the attack.

She doesn't see the love he feels,
just pities the guy in the glasses.
She doesn't know hes head over heels,
in love every time that she passes.

So every time she ignores his pleading,
the knife digs a little deeper.
His heart screams out, dying, bleeding,
as she cant see past his exterior.

So as night falls and the moon creeps out,
to his silent bed he retires.
He takes the dagger and pulls it out,
of his heart thats already expired.