Dreams of Love, Life and Other Emotions / Heart Therapy Poetry

Empty Heart

Infinite roads and finite dreams

Broken buildings but high walls

I'm walking the boulevard and it seems

All faces are bitter and it falls

Or seems already fallen

Every wish and dream they had...

All hearts are walden

Crushing the desire of what

Might have been the dream

Of love, of passion, of life

Leaving their souls empty

Like the streets I'm walking

With my eyes shut but seeing

I pretend not to see,

Not to hope, not to dream

Having the fear of not having

Neither the dreams , nor the hope

Come true.