December 10, 2015
8:36 am
Empty
Something inside
Is lacking
Could it be your arrogance
Of feeling admired
With fugacious desires
While you masquerade
In frangible emotions
Spitting fire as you slay
Any chances of love
Becoming connected to a soul
With no interest sharing
The sun's ecilpse with the moon.
Therefore
The heart cannot breathe in nourishment from tainted soil
Leaving your tree rotten
With no fruit to bare
Love has left you cold
And empty
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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