Poem : Loneliness, 27

Poem : Loneliness, 27

 

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She’s a metaphor for loneliness.
Scarlet line down the left arm
Was it lipstick or cheap hurt/desire?
One kiss away from loving me,
I can wait here forever,
I have waited here forever.
I’m a tin man,
Rusted and broken
You’ll never find the heart I’ve hidden.

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