My heart blackened – from burnt.
Shriveled and hardened
To a piece of unenergetic coal
Useless and pointless…
How did my organ morph? Was there ever a chance?
What is … -- love.
A foreign word tumbles off my tongue.
I can feel – but enough is never enough
Is never… enough.
Harsh. Hard. Hardened – Like a prison wall – with only room to stretch.
It’s funny, I used to, be able to, wanted to… What’s that foreign word again?
Can you show me?
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