A Longing

 

Hollow inside

 

It sounds shallow

 

Rain drops

 

That noise must stop

 

I squeeze it, otherwise.

 

 

 

Birds fly

 

Over the sky

 

Who cares?

 

I can’t see anyway

 

But I pretend.

 

 

 

Everything dries empty

 

My heart still bleeds

 

I wait, and puff

 

Till you come

 

And slash it.

 

 

 

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