swollen hearts

Melancholic, bittersweet. 

Played back times of how we’d meet. 

Crystal stares, and swollen hearts. 

Realistic dreams but with missing parts. 

Tired legs, and lonely arms.

You’ve a history of tragic harm.

 Wistful thoughts, a craving soul.

A body of comfort to make me feel whole. 

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