Flicker
You never really had a heart,
not often, anyway.
Sure it’d flicker on and off,
but then pitch dark once more.
I thought once that you’d hid it,
safe and sound somewhere
then one day you’d bring it out
and gift it, wrapped with care
But you don’t know what ‘care’ is,
it’s a foreign word to you.
And so your heart stays hidden,
no light would dare shine through,
for fear the dark might steal it,
then it would flicker too.
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