My Heart…

My heart is cold, my heart is ice
My heart has played its part in life.
My heart has loved, with no return
My heart was fire, it use to burn…

My heart was oak, freshly varnished
My heart was gold until it tarnished.
My heart was pure but now it’s toxic.
My heart was found until I lost it.

My heart was full but now is void
My heart is null and now destroyed.
My heart is free from joy and pleasure,
Although it’s still a hidden treasure…

– A.K.

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