Wednesday, May 15, 2013

An Empty Heart Filled Too Full

An empty heart filled too full.
A still heart beating twice too fast.

It will be poured out,
Emptied of its nothingness,
Set to running again
In a quest to be stuffed to the brim.

It will be calmed,
Shown the speed of life,
Set to running again
To find the rhythm it requires.

An overflowing heart still empty.
A racing heart far too motionless.

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