THE VOID
I have loved you in ways that even the entire blanket of stars cannot fathom;
But even with all the love I shed into your soul,
Your heart remains a clenched fist,
A black hole,
A void that I still long to fill in.
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Fleeting Memoirs
Poetry❝Memoirs of love and madness ; ❞ Copyright 2017 © Vanessa Sheathes
