HEART SURGERY?
Faked feelings of infidelity
Inspire intense innermost insecurities.
But pleasures of pure passion
Passions of pure pleasure
True love penetrates the heart
Let nothing put it asunder!
Pieces of the ❤️ heart may freely flutter...sometimes
But the core will forever remain!
Fragile fingers can caress, finesse the flowery
Folds of a fractured heat
Bio:
A.D. Moore is a poet, author, and freelance writer. He is a member of Poets United to Advance the Arts.
If I could reveal just
One thing, it would
Be this:
Something precious was lost:
The void between money
And power and
That sparkling hour,
Where dreams were
Possible still:
But the black hole
Consumed it like locusts
Crawling up slowly
All over your body.
Between cars and consumption
And material gain,
Something precious was lost:
In this opaque, desperate silence
Which haunts ghosts and phantoms,
And dampens the spirit
Of high voltage lanterns,
Something precious was lost.
Something precious was lost
Between violence and peace,
Where the pretty breeze
Roamed and once called home,
Has been reduced to stone.
Something precious was lost
For the bees stopped
Humming their tune,
The birds stopped chirping,
The volcano fell silent,
And the oceans stopped churning,
And the earth stopped rumbling,
Wild fires were burning
And scorched the earth,
The clouds stopped crying
And people started dying,
Left and right,
You could feel the
Tremors shake you,
And heaven forsake you,
The earth gave way
To a new dawn.
Why, you could
Feel it in the air
And hence this
Song of despair.
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