No More
It is a work of art
Really beautiful
That of the heart
When it is full
But when there
Is no love inside
And no one to care
It’s something to hide
For the broken edges
Are deep and black
Shattered wedges
That peel back
It still beats but
Slowly and loudly
With the groaning gut
It makes it’s plea
To be fed
Like it was once before
But that love is dead
And can feed no more
Copyright © Elissa Maes | Year Posted 2013
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