Friday, May 3

Incomplete


Your heart is so cold
But it greets me
With such heat
That every time you leave
I am not sure if I will
Ever feel warmth again.

Fierce eyes,
Golden mirrors
Into a soul so equally shared
By oceans, flames
Both unrelenting and
All consuming.

But still, I believe that deeper
Than physical elements
Part of you lies hollow
And I’m sorry that I am not
The missing piece
To your puzzle.









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