![]() Heart, Is My NameA Poem by Cyrano
I lay in wait.
In a forest. I am fooled, By the eyes. For they can only see beauty from appearance, And not of the heart. I love her, So, who are these others that I see? Clones, Duplicates, No, she is unique. She cannot be copied, she is one of a kind. I will lie in wait. As I lay here, Beating, always, beating, I am empty. I am full of blood. So, why is something, amiss? Please, It is unbearable. Yet, I bear it. This is the only option, I have reached an ultimatum, Endure. I will lay here, And pump, as intended. I have no other purpose. I will, solely, act as a turbine, A machine, A tool, To be used, Forever. 'Til death, Do I part. © 2011 CyranoAuthor's Note
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Added on May 7, 2011 Last Updated on May 7, 2011 Author![]() CyranoHenderson, NVAboutI am a new, becoming author/writer of every genre. I hope to post stories that interest all kinds of people, and personalities. more..Writing
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