No Vacancy

Perhaps there is no vacancy

within this heart of mine

Barren chambers barely fill

if bound by knotted twine
Perhaps you think you’ve found the key

That it should slide in

easily

Yet, even words of graphite dust

shall fail against the lock’s

red

rust

 
Perhaps in time you shall forget

but Dearest,

don’t stop trying yet
Happy mid week to all the hopeless romantics. 

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