The kitchen is empty much like my heart.

The days seem so long, all a dream’s width apart.

I contemplate all things unseen, I ponder your smile, and what it means.

Change my name, then love me back,

Heart ache’s a symptom, while you’re a heart attack.

They glance at me “She’s a waste of time.”

I spiral from thinking, even cursing in rhyme.

You show me disinterest, I envy the dead,

I sit in this kitchen empty thoughts in my head.

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  1. johnjgreer

    I think if you will never ever buy anything for the kitchen which dissertation writing services recommended for you than it will be empty. No matters it is empty like your heart or something else. I like this poem it is interesting.

    March 24, 2017