Resonance of the Heart
Be still my beating heart
Resonating off hollow halls
Be quiet my playful passion
Teasing empty promises
Behave my subdued hope
For dreams are made of dust
Be gone my lurid fantasies
For lust is the flavour of hate
Stop. My bleeding heart
Dripping sentiment unwelcome.
Rebecca .A. Huxley
Copyright © Rebecca Huxley | Year Posted 2017
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