You've seen everything through my pulse, and
Yet I've lost sight in this empty cavity
A hole, hollow and holistic
Wholehearted and devoid of warmth
As if to thaw on a bed of roses
It feels graceful, tragic,
Reflective of Being
The bane of empathy
The sting of truth and honesty
Respective of living, living;
Eventually You will be replaced
In this heart shaped hole in my chest
Wholeheartedly
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC
You've seen everything through my pulse, and
Yet I've lost sight in this empty cavity
A hole, hollow and holistic
Wholehearted and devoid of warmth
As if to thaw on a bed of roses
It feels graceful, tragic,
Reflective of Being
The bane of empathy
The sting of truth and honesty
Respective of living, living;
Eventually You will be replaced
In this heart shaped hole in my chest
Wholeheartedly
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