The Melancholy of a Buried Heart Earrings TER542

“My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelry.”
A lonely walk in
A gentle passing thought
A calm sort of melancholy
The spring rain – hopes come across passing memories
Specters of failed dreams
Parts of self I shed
Then come the howling screams
Life is not easy
Endure haunted past
Unsure of energy
This aching will become buried in the heart of the earth.