Black bark heart

Black bark heart,

Like a piece of wood it breaths.

But wood loves.

Wood feels the sun

Upon it

And sends back out its

Ethereal whisper.

Your heart seems not

To hear the whisper of mine.

Mine has sent it love letters

And tried to find it

Late at night when

Only the stars are witness.

My heart has searched for yours.

But to no avail.

Your heart beats, yes

But its beat

Apparently

Does not match mine.

Or if it does

It simply doesn’t care

And has no need

For flutters,

Skipped beats

And utter frozenness.

For black bark is thick

And lets

No love

Penetrate.