If your heart
has lost it’s beat
search your soul
for new rhythm
then your mind
will slip into
something more comfortable
as you dance
to the music
of your life
Archive for February, 2012
It can start as an ache
or a choke on the intake
It becomes something you make
even, a reason to bake
But it could turn out to be fake
worn with no give, only take
Then havoc will wreak
where, all for its sake
a vital part begins to break
until the day you awake
to the monstrous mistake
and simply, give it the shake
Tin man’s at it again
heart-hunting for one
soft, tender, a little too big
no matter if it’s scarred
it could be the vessel to harbor
the hollow echo of his being
I’ve heard horror stories
of his heart lynchings
I hide mine deep within
for fear he may spy
the swelling of my chest
or notice the look of
with-all-your-might
love on my face while
my heart, the prey
of his emptiness
lies in wait
to be ripped apart
Heartspell 