Hollowed out heart
A scoop of ice-cream for you, Madam ?
All meaty, red & ******
It comes with a sprinkle of my emotions.
Take a spoon & have a taste
Do you feel me now ?
Or do you need the air in my lungs too ?
To feel my love.
Poetry is supposed to make you feel deeply otherwise it isn't poetry, it's just empty meaningless words stringed together that rhymes.
