Hard to swallow,
Left alone to wallow,
A shallow soul, a lonely one…
Lost within the confines of her walls.
I can't fulfil this hole at my centre.
This hole doesn't heal nor grow
This hole doesn't shrink nor explode
It just sits inside my heart which beats slow-
due to the multitude of beatings
I have no control.
I am nothing…
but a slow heart, with a hole in it
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 10:36 PM UTC
Hard to swallow,
Left alone to wallow,
A shallow soul, a lonely one…
Lost within the confines of her walls.
I can't fulfil this hole at my centre.
This hole doesn't heal nor grow
This hole doesn't shrink nor explode
It just sits inside my heart which beats slow-
due to the multitude of beatings
I have no control.
I am nothing…
but a slow heart, with a hole in it
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