Saviodsilva


Tyler
Poem

Empty Pieces

My patience,
FADING,
Fading,
fading into nothingness.

My love,
growing,
Growing,
GROWING stronger every moment.

My wisdom,
Expanding,
E x p a n d i n g,
E x p a n d i n g -- beyond possibility.

But my
heart,
heart,
My heart... Torn into infinite pieces,
Waiting for its creation...
Once again.

Tyler


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