By Damien Knight
The endless void eating away
Vast, empty, broken pieces of joy
Glass tears from a glass heart
My love, a used up, washed out toy
I wait, hope, dream, none match
I can’t lead those who will not follow
I refuse to force my love
Let the ropes slide, gently they go
Loose the knotted strings of heart
I loved so much, no, I never knew
What love really is, what I feel
Heartless and cold, that is me its true
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