Heartless

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I need someone to share my bed

Unlock my mind and set me free

To share the thoughts locked in my head

To free the words I need to be

I’m not the person I once was

Be gentle with my soul

Don’t try to fix my heart because

It can never be made whole

A little piece is all that’s left

Something you just don’t want

So desolate and so bereft

You’ll never change its font

Yet recovery is shoddy

You can have my mind

You can even take my body

Yet the heart gets left behind

Poetry Smhmoetry 2 ~ Various Poetry by PJ PerryWhere stories live. Discover now