Parts of Me Poem, by 𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱, at My poetic side

these hands have built

kingdoms and empires,

but all they want to do

is retire to you.

these eyes have seen

all there is to see,

both awful and even worse

but they had seen you first.

these shoulders carry

the weight of the world,

you'd think after so long

that would make them strong.

these legs have walked

down every gravel road,

but they walk just to be there,

they never end up anywhere.

this heart, it seems to ache

for no specific purpose,

though its mind would like think,

that the pang was just a beat.

this body's not desirable

and presents little worth,

and the host is worth much less,

so let her die, kill off this mess

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