I know not love. ....

I know not love,
Love knows not me,
Her maiden,
Desperate and meek.
What is it that I seek?
That love has chosen to forsake her maiden like this?

I'm I too empty to love,
Shaken dry by the tremors of life?
I'm I too subtle,
That the wind in which you ride hardly touches me?

I know not love,
I care not for love.
My heart has grown weary,
Of needs you choose to ignore
My heart has grown cold,
So remember to bring a burning torch,
The day you finally find me
For an icy heart sure can be difficult to thaw

Grief of a torn soul

It was then that I knew me,
Only two clocks ago,
when I was true and free,
It was then that I thought,
Of seeds and silk,
The moulding of a pot,
I was selfless again.

He was my path, can't you see?
And now that we no longer stand,
I sit on my dreams,
Looking at what could have been,
Regretting what already was,
He left with everything I had become,
Now, holding the empty shell of my past,
I see nothing but night,
I see a cliff ahead,
where I will fall to my death.