My Heart is not a Target

Nor a shapeless cold stone

Laid out to bare the freezing snow

Wailing in the winds

How can we be apart

Or together

The fates of our hearts

Entangled in eternal mystery

Locked in transformative lusting passion

Beating beneath my intricated skin

Layers that bear the fruits of our disappointment

Pain, anger and fury

Rising through the ashes to the skies above

Targeting but our hearts hopes

Running through wildfire to burn in your bed

Oh dear, where did it go wrong?

Or right

Right the wrong

Forgive the source of my pains

Or extensive instinct

Wiltering flesh & bone

Or sour crater in my soul

I loved, 


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