You made
silence
your vocation
writing wordless
verses on
an empty heart
peddling songs
with the urgency
of sweat pooling
in shadows
beneath
your breasts.
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Hi Paul, I pondered this one deeply. It could be about a popular female singer, who realizes her verses are empty but popular. That realization could prone those pools of sweat as she realizes her success is built on nothing. Or it could be how you feel at times.
Empty heart, empty words, empty love. A sad but beautiful poem.
Hi Paul, I pondered this one deeply. It could be about a popular female singer, who realizes her verses are empty but popular. That realization could prone those pools of sweat as she realizes her success is built on nothing. Or it could be how you feel at times.