my heart will never truly be mine again
you have taken it and hidden it somewhere that i cannot search
i dont even care
i dont want my heart to be mine
i want it to be yours, do whatever you please with it
take care of it, or destroy it
love it, or murder it
whisper lovely little things, or leave it ignored, unattended
hold it close, or throw it far
no matter what you choose, my heart will always be yours
YOU ARE READING
storms and blood
Poesiathe death of which is unknown -figured out between the lines of within these pages
