My heart feels like a potato..
Dirty, sunken beneath unbiased and uncaring earth..
and little growths sprout from me reaching for a sun I've never seen,
despite my earthen depths
Constantly desiring warmth and sunlight, though I've never known it's touch,
but somehow, the parts I cannot control seem to instinctively reach out
regardless of my protests and declarations of hopelessness.
my willingness to stay beneath the ground.
Then someone digs me up and eats me with a hamburger...