nothing to keep this
mass of metal in metered motion,
no way to judge if I'm
alive or otherwise
Feltless;
for no friend could I
possibly produce the perfect proof
of genuine affection,
beautiful and true
Sickless;
never will I
long for a lover who has left me lonely,
or miss the days
spent togethering
Breakless;
fearing not the
sudden shattering of something sacred,
or needing to mend a
crack unfathomable
wow. I wasn't sure who that was at first. It's the Tin man right? With no heart? That's a really cool poem.
ReplyDeleteYeah, that's who it's supposed to be. Glad you liked it :)
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