Thy wooden heart
Stands unloved
Within the hollows
Of the forest despair
Bare limbs reach
For passions still longed for.
Rooted deep on dying heartache
My tears unable to nourish
Dreams of sunlight
into dank soil now immersed…
Thy flourishing hopes
Now In flora decay.
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Author:
notapoet (
Offline) - Published: August 14th, 2016 12:57
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Great write
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