I wake up only to find my heart's empty.
With despair making me blind.
My big heart - empty...
And I set about filling it up,
Stacking inside whatever comes up.
A birdsong, sunrise,tears and smiles,
Coveted peace and midnight desires.
Careful study and heated rows,
Yellowing trees and sweet-smelling flowers,
A birthday cake, the first spring tulip,
Defeat at chess, love, deep and pure,
I take your words, bitter and twisted,
My own feelings, if they've ever existed,
However tiny the smithereen,
I never deny it, I put it in.
Like some collector, I add them on,
Yet come the morning - they all are gone!
Yet come the morning, I fall apart,
For I wake up with an empty heart.
Empty heart
© Copyright: Дарина Тар, 2019
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