Depth of Feeling
In my hart there is a place,
empty and dark and full of flame,
tortured and beaten down by thoughts,
memories of you are in my head,
my soul cries out and is full of dread,
will you return and give me life,
or will my hart shrivel up and die,
only you can bring me out,
show me the love that we once had.
poem by Tony Riyat
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