A shallow heart
Shallow is the heart
That wears it's tears and smiles
That courts each wind of chance
In fleeting breaths
Undressed upon a rude stage
Shallow is the heart
That waltzes in the dark
And light
Who keeps a brute amused
With brutishe charms
And brittle lies
Shallow is the heart
That weaves a web
To catcha star
And holds the ghost soul
In it's gaze but for a while
Then beats a slow retreat
Murmurs and regurgitates
Upon it's core
That stops a mighty throng
With piercing cries
And stops the clocks in midst of chimes
Til heard no more
poem by Yvette Smith
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