This is my first poem really to speak of. I wrote it in like 2 minutes, because I wanted to make a point on something I really feel strongly about. I usually use my stories to do this, but I didn't feel like writing a whole story to express this. I hope you like it! Let me know!
Dying Heart
Gone are the days when the heart would not stop,
Gone are the times the heart pushed on,
All that remains is a black hole,
Taking over every soul.
Gone are the days when the winner won,
Gone are the times one can't move on,
All that remains is the dying heart,
Taking the remains of the now lost art.
