Heartless, Soulless

A heart that cannot feel
is it still a heart
A soul that cannot heal
can it be thus, a soul called?
I try to cry but the tears run dry
I welcome sorrow
but my spirit flies too high
to see what aches and what hurts
If I’d wish one wish
and take one blessing
it’d be to kill that first kiss
that talks of an overrated love….

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