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Blue Hearts

by Connor Cowles about a year ago in love poems
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Burrowing Lower and Upsetting Everyone

A beautiful view in Upstate NY.

Bustling through my veins, is the essence of what I am,

Leaving me in stride would mean that things didn’t go to plan.

Understated, are truths more vacant, my shrouded in-betweens.

Echoing in silence, are the dreams I couldn’t reach.

Heavy handed hollowness discourages further more,

Every breath I take descends me further into war.

Apropos of all my woes, I shouldn’t go further on,

Regret is what the wicked find when curtains flood with dawn.

To anyone whose eyes this finds, I bid you solemn adieu,

Swimming in emotions that consume if misconstrued.

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Connor Cowles

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