you despatch the person who has your soul.
you will spend the rest of your life trying to find another chest cavity to house your heart.
you will look for happy light eyes so they can teleport the tears from your face and catapult them into space.
I will learn that by being attracted is the most freeing of all relationships ever.
you don't need her to make you happy
and it's better if you make her happy.
because you already are happy and have enough to share with them.
the Heart has lub dubbed in unison it's the song of our expanding universe making music that's been heard and wishes will come true.
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Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
