this heart still beats,
though it's been beaten.
the blood runs warm,
though the heart's ice cold.
the veins' still green,
but the grass was greener.
you went away
and left a hole.
YOU ARE READING
writing the left
Poesía"writing the left" is 2022 collection of micropoetry by h.h. | @bull.sees.red
hole.
this heart still beats,
though it's been beaten.
the blood runs warm,
though the heart's ice cold.
the veins' still green,
but the grass was greener.
you went away
and left a hole.