It's useless to speak to the blind about light
When they can't even see what stirs
In the depths of their own souls,
All those piles of plastic hearts
Are worth nothing,
Not even if taken to a melting furnace,
For in this world, kindness is not forgiven,
It can only be repaid with betrayal.
I hope you're satisfied
Being a prisoner of war
In a world that claims to be at peace,
While only your heart keeps on loving,
But it's in vain to speak of it to the blind.
YOU ARE READING
Plastic Hearts
PoetryA plastic heart could never beat, but maybe it would be happier without thinking of you.
