Wrote this poem which I didnt wanna publish, so I shared it here. I'd seriously do with some feedback rn please
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The halls are empty, the stage is hollow
The rooms are quiet, my heart follows
It doesn't make a sound, pin drop silence
No screams of anger or quests for vengeance
Instead it's a feeling of excruciating pain
From sweet nothings, my heart is slain
Empty promises, turbulent threats
Love used to flood, my heart now frets
It's a naked feeling, with nothing left to give
All ounce of emotion licked from every crevice
It doesn't protest, resist or defend
Instead, it welcomes the ache like an old friend
Hearts don't have edges, they're cardiod
Yet mines more dull, all shapes devoid
I'm starting to lose track of it's real purpose
My love's desolate, my heart a carcass
In this barren chest is a dead heart
Whose demise was by the very souls who helped make it start
