Dragging a heart shaped paragon in mine pocket
It's cut
Bruised
Wanting to be seen and used...
Sorrowing in its own plasma claret...

Is this the only beautiful one left?

For its  gone unnoticed
Ready to take the highway out
Wherein other vessels as itself
Art beautiful on clouds,
Flagrantly regarded
Not obscured and departed....

But for another to touch it...
To squeeze it in the most pleasurable way!!!!