{"sf1_id":339896,"sf2_id":"pnGr942m","title":"To Whom","author":"Desolation35","words":106,"posted_at":"2012-02-13T20:17:00.000Z","tags":["Love","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/339896-to-whom","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/pnGr942m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ee/c6/eec61712-a0e4-40f2-ab78-4c040202846f","description":"Something I wrote about a year ago. Not my best, but it helps to see how much I've improved.","content":"To whom does my heart belong?  \nIt has not the time to wait. Yet it all takes time to find its place.  \nEvery moment it waits, its dying minute after painful minute.  \n  \nAfter being betrayed countless times for what it thought was its home, it is homeless.  \nLies fill the hands with water. The water slips through the crevices between the fingers.\u0026nbsp;  \nTo whom does my heart belong?  \nThat question has yet to be answered.  \n  \nThough the many places it can go, nothing will take it in.  \nWeak without comfort. Lonely without warmth.  \nPainful without treatment.  \nTo whom does my heart belong?  \nThe question left unanswered.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}