I gave my heart
to a man who
was really still
a boy
and he didn't know
what to do with
my heart in
his hands
he tossed it aside
afraid that my light
would consume all
of him
so it withered away
as it grew cold
no longer beating
for me
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Sunrise, Sunset
ПоэзияA new collection of poems about all the things we go through life.
