My heart is a dumpster
A vessel for unwanted baggage
You may unload it into me
fill me fill me fill me up
I ache so much for purpose;
I consume gladly
Until the day I am full
No longer able to hold more
I’ll sit and suffer
Until someone relieves me
empty
Ready to start anew.
Last updated March 09, 2019
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