I want a heart tattoo
cut & painted into my arm
with a blank piece of parchment
to pencil-in my love of the moment.
Reciprocated or not, I can't be sure
though any doubt is a sign
of the latter - without cure.
Fleeting & hollow, that may be . . .
Or intense bursts of passion
wasted on unreceptive souls.
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