between the narrow spaces
of your arms folded across your chest,
i saw a broken heart glued and scarred
trying to carry the weight of
everything.
avp
between the narrow spaces
of your arms folded across your chest,
i saw a broken heart glued and scarred
trying to carry the weight of
everything.
avp
a heart without a beat,
time without breath.
the sound
good-bye makes
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between heartbeats
i can hear you
AVP
a broken heart
gathers up tears
from the pavement
AVP

while writing love letters to himself,
from the home of a desperate heart and
emotions found in fortune cookies ,
he watched the raindrops trail down
a broken window
AVP
a heart made
of painted paper and plastic rings
still believes in silly things…
like love
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searching inside webbed rafters of fear,
they heard someone knocking
on a heart
terrified of being happy.
AVP
walking along the path
of doing the right things,
navigating around the cracks of life
on parchment paper blueprints,
his compass misaligned
points to confusion as true north.
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avp
under his heart
were moth eaten dreams,
broken bells,
and notebook feelings
looked down on in shame.
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from an unstable heart,
the abstract art of painting with poems
was found.
avp