The second line of moving on
Is when you stumble upon another one
Who knows that heart of yours
Is a literal library of deserving love.
I found him today
You both may look the same
Or somewhat similar
But his name joined my journal
Preparing the funeral
Of yours
On the first line.
It's a final goodbye
Between us now
I hope he stays as near
As you've been away
For as long as you stayed around.
YOU ARE READING
CHAOTIC.
Poetry2# SLAM January 9th 2019 And you know you're creating art When your heart is slowly falling apart.
