She Could - Poem by Sylvia Thomas
Her eyes never reflected the sun's rays,
her hands could hold onto nothing,
her chest bore no heart.
If she could, she would.
Was she a dying corpse?
Was she just a passing phase?
Would she ever see him again?
if she could, she would.
She had no heart,
she could feel no pain,
But what was this haunting cold arrow
piercing her chest?
She looked into the sky,
the cradle of all stars,
she wanted his wings to take her there,
if they could, they would.
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