Ceramic Heart

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Growing Old and Counting Time

Eyes ablaze
You stare for days
Into the hollowness that once was a soul;
I'm aware
You made it clear
Words and emotions evolve but you are never whole.
My heart displayed
Like a mannequin's grave
Unkempt and unappreciated;
A love that fades,
from days and days
Of counting time and growing old.