They gaze into those eyes of hers; They only see the stars; they orate and smile, expecting reply, yet only hear the space between.

And when she talks, she doesn’t say; and when she walks, she doesn’t sway; further from edacious, she bore a soul impervious, with nothing to be said nor done to skew her empty heart.

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When they gaze, I fall apart; when they try, they wrench my heart; I look upon their warm embrace and meet it with an empty face.

I hope to feel the love they give, and smile just the same, but deep within an iceberg lies to smother rising flames; there it is to numb a wound once made— there I keep it lest the pain should rise again.