Where Is There?oh where are you my heart?
I heard the news that you had gone
Called the TV stations for a broadcast special bolo(update)
Went to all the hotspots places where we used to go,(too late)
Oh, what is this lonely hole in my chest it feels rather numb
Like my face in the mirror asking questions, I used to know
The perfect answer if asked, now I talk to myself masked
By the impression that something is missing, a vital part
Like a promising poem that goes unwritten, there is my heart.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-02-21 at 01:31
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