Pillow case.
Stuffed.
And lined.
Just like my heart.
soft and un-jolting
as if my heart.
it belongs on a bed.
Where does my heart lay?
I'll wake up with bed head
my head has hair
for not being
loved.
Colored and
different sizes.
The heart inside me
small heart
that couldn't grow
three size.
A color of a heart
So dark
So light
Bloodied
With veins
Does a pillow talk
my heart cannot walk
Or talk
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clasping roses {√}
Poesía❛❛no one was searching for what she was searching for..❜❜ From when I'm missing you. Dark thoughts take over. But when you leave. I have someone new. May 14 2017: Ranked 853 in poetry
