Another tomb has been dug into the graveyard of my heart
I have too many ghosts that I love
that I've left behind
reluctant gravedigger that I am
digging graves
for my beloved ones
I am death's lover
he takes away what's in his way
a gentle hand
with dangerous pair of lips
and such divine deathly kiss
death's in love with me
but I love my cemetery of memories
never takes me away
to the afterlife
I'll forever live
with my graveyard heart
and a lonely hand
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.