poetry

No Hearts; a poem

Star crossed lovers have it easier than this.

At least there is love to be had among the moons.

There is no hearts or palms here.

No dreams to be dreamed here

Just a stiff heart again;stuck in a boring chest

There is no hope to be had here

So I keep spinning; looking for what I must be missing to not miss you.

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