Poetry

Something Old, Something New

Stomach and tongue

tied in knots, hitched

on the phantasmagorical,

this old heart beating

anew each day for you,

appreciating each new day

as if something new happened

concerning you

even if

it is on borrowed time

and even if love is not

reciprocated,

these

blue and melancholy

emotions lingering mere moments

on the grander scale

with dreams gone rogue

like six syllable words

worth nothing more

than a sixpence

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