Love is What Lacks

June 5, 2012
Once upon a time, you were so close
You knew the veins that run on my palm
A whisper of what you wanted
Told me I was your jewels; buried till dawn

A headless man came, astride a steed
He tried your head on; he liked the fit
The fool dashed, leaving your heart to be
Lack of conscience replaced by regret

Now I roam, with no home, this sad earth
Seeking sun for a beloved heart
With seemingly no purpose or worth

I crave for the day your head comes back
Smarts may have left, but love is what lacks

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