Failed At Love
You came to me in an open dream,
for ever since I was born.
This chassis can of pleasure, to sing,
to inspire cartwheels with perfect form.
I'll tell you if I can or if it began,
where it's empty or if love is not the food.
Hollow love not printed with love's warning.
Listen to the soul's spilling.
Listen to it's blues,
staggering along ceasing to be pretending.
A shadow hanging freshly minted,
"Never-mind"
and," I'm sorry".
Learn when or where or why
or how it came to light,
or the how to end.
Open and close the door to this ador,
soul left empty and hollow,
it's failed at love.
1/6/2018
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