Oh heart
Why do you taunt me?
Glimpses of what
was,
What might
have been.
If I were taller,
Sun-kissed...more
Lean?
Does the heart always
Truly know?
Or does it simply find
The most torturous ways
To [mis]guide you?
Love
Is not blind.
The heart is.
Only letting you know
How you
Really
feel
When all light
is lost.
very nicely done
very nicely done