The air flew coldly through me,
As I wandered around hopelessly.
It sliced and cut right to my heart,
So instead of feeling the pain, I took it apart.
It left a gaping hole in my chest,
And the air flew through it without any rest.
I seemed to be cured when suddenly,
A quite revelation came to me.
Without a heart I felt no pain,
But it kept me from the happiness I stood to gain.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Coffee Shop Poetry
Poetry"If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul: you haven't experienced poetry." -Edger Allan Poe
