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bedroom

Though it was never to be

I still believe mine seemed

the better dream

for you, for me

Simple, but pure

where nothing was obscure

Full and whole

with peace, unity, bliss; the goals

And love, always at the core

no need for anything more

Yes, I protest

Mine was the best

 

 

 

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There isn’t a (w)hole

if love is withdrawn from you

just broken pieces

& & & & & & &

Love is a strong glue

which puts us back together

if  it is opened

No hands doth a heart have

How then can it hold love

 carry burdens heavy

or touch another’s

This vessel which feels

 passion, pain, love

 without end of depth

hath no need of these

nor limbs of any sort

for it holds, carries,

touches, feels in ways

hands could never

unless they turn to ash

 Damaged or broken

 still it beats on

physically whole

the shattering silent

to ears and eyes

while longing

for hands

to hold it

Flagging

Right down the middle

you broke my red heart

There’s just empty white space

between the two rusted parts

It can’t be filled

everything falls through

No longer whole

my breath turns blue