If you could thump

The outside of my soul,

You'd find that it sounded

Quite hollow.

If you could shout,

Into its blue depths,

Only echoes of your voice

Would follow.

If you could make a wish,

And toss in a coin,

It would fall without reaching

The bottom.

Somewhere, inside, there

Used to be feelings,

But with each new wound,

I forgot them.

The hopes and dreams,

Now buried so deep,

Surely none shall ever

Uncover.

What bright, scattered fragments

Of a soft, giving heart

Made old by cold words of

A Lover.

For now, quenched the glimmer

Which used to reside

And lived with a passion

Of belief!

I had thought this heart's fire

Nigh unquenchable.

Till stolen,

By an uncommon thief.

Beware the man who masquerades,

As Love, come to save

Your sweet soul.

For in the inevitable end,

When he's left you again,

There's only emptiness

To fill in the hole.

~ C.L.R. ~