The Broken Souls Desert

A little burst of emotion I just came up with...

If I am to be lost to eternity,

where will you be?

The wonderland where I am imprisoned, 

is slowly eroding into sand.

I am scattered among our desert,

now lone where you used to be...

Because I chose you over me.

The raven calls my name,

a guide of the broken.

A twisted  mark that leads me on.

The broken soul is dying.

The broken is me.

The remains of our love,

are scattered among the rest. 

A land of your very own souvenirs,

from the lives which you demolish.

You were my everything,

but your everything wasn't me.

Author's Note

This is my first ever poem... Ignore anything wrong... Just wanted to try it out.