Sherri Gagliardi Poems

You play me a song with no words-

You make me listen to your heart, in music
but there is an empty hole where the lyrics are left unwritten
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Those wretched things I want-
I know could be so good.
The things that I can not touch- or have-
in my sickness I’d take them all if I could.
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The theory of evolution
Of a broken, bleeding heart
Comes naturally by selection
When two souls are torn apart
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And so you leave me
And fine
I’ll go. I’ll go with my tail between my legs
Because I know I’m not wanted
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