I am not heartless,
life just taught me
to use my heart less.
I don’t always allow my heart
to make choices for me.
Life is saddened by love,
because when those
you care about die,
it hurts more than
if they were a stranger.
That’s why I always say,
love is not a happy journey
where the sun always shines.
It can be a barren landscape
wasting away with fattened pigs,
and chickens who lost their feathers.
Love can burn like the hot sun
in the Mojave Desert.
It can drink your blood
until you’re ready to pop.
Leaving you to die
from a broken heart.
© 2017 Amanda Shelton
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 3:12 AM UTC
I am not heartless,
life just taught me
to use my heart less.
I don’t always allow my heart
to make choices for me.
Life is saddened by love,
because when those
you care about die,
it hurts more than
if they were a stranger.
That’s why I always say,
love is not a happy journey
where the sun always shines.
It can be a barren landscape
wasting away with fattened pigs,
and chickens who lost their feathers.
Love can burn like the hot sun
in the Mojave Desert.
It can drink your blood
until you’re ready to pop.
Leaving you to die
from a broken heart.
© 2017 Amanda Shelton
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