My soul aches
For what it wants
But cannot have
It aches
For affection
For love
For warmth
For attention
Of such that I see in movies
Of such that I read in novels
Yet I cant have it
From you
without no heart
Who is prune to destroying
And unmaking that house
Once built on a rock
You stole
You killed
You Maimed
You Cut me
Till I bled
Left me with scars
And stitches
As a painful mark
A virtuous woman
You weren’t
Charmless
Gone berserk
Promises of a future
All ended with you
Scorn and fury
Were your accomplice
Stucked to you
Like a second skin
Pray
Do you call this patience in wait
When the heart tarries
Walks alone in the desert
Yet bestowed upon
With a heart with no love
With a heart with no song
With a heart with no rhythm
All dead vibes plugged to a being
That makes my heart grow weary
Just thinkin about you!
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