I buried my heart long ago
In a faraway land's grave,
But a body without a heart
Is like a canvas without art
How am I supposed to unbury
This island's treasure
When ghosts now claim it
Theirs to shatter?
YOU ARE READING
H I M
Poetry"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
