Empty
My chest is an empty cavity.
Hollow.
A love lost is tragedy, Sorrow.
Time?
Borrowed.
Because the only times I feel alive these days are when my head is full of thoughts with you in them.
My heart no longer exists within the confines of my
ribs
My heart faintly beats,
My breath the adlibs.
A sorrowful symphony
A sad song,
That doesn't seem to end.
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