Hollow Heart
Hollow heart I do not hone
But one of ocean odes I do own.
Into it is no stuffing sewn
But a brave bold broken bone
That is my wish wicked stone.
The darkness dampers but damsel I am not
My body be bought
And though it will rot
Die it will not.
Golden girls gleeful glint
Chosen choir chords calling cold
Smart sugar somewhat smoldering
The world of warlocks she is shouldering.
Copyright © Olivia Schwickerath | Year Posted 2022
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