No hearts

Whispered thought and little paper boats
Flow through coherent dreams and faceless whispers
Memories of forgotten dreams and promises nailed to the ground
With little songs and fluttering broken wings
Butterflies of green and red and colors of breath
Of new green leaves and the smell of grass under the pitter patter of rain
Of eight little splindly legs on silky threads of breath and rumbling hunger
Clutching at fluttering wings with hungry dull eyes
Of walls of stone and of concrete and wood and glass
Walls hold secrets of whispers
Secrets
And walls
And whispers
And posting little paper hearts
And ecthed little red scribbles
And little stone tears
And memories of hearts in boxes and wings on shoes
Of little eyes on the back of ones eyes
Little tongues that wound and hunger and whisper
The walls have no hearts
The walls have no dreams
They have ears, and they whisper secrets and whispers when you dream
They have no hearts child.
No hearts