Love will come. (A bleeding heart, expectant heart)

The heart is like a candle,

longing to be lit-a burnt out

flame through the dark cold nights.
She carries her heart around in hope

of bringing forth a new flame and fixing

the broken pieces that hold her heart captive.

Like a classic old Skool jam,

he wooed her with his mind-

and they made music together
As he indulged and she obliged

exploring the depths of various genres

until she became his sub genre

when his play back started to fill up.

A shaming through the fading

as she projected her broken heart

in front of an audience of sassy,

sexy, scavenging players-

with a valuable potential

card attached to them.

Love must have been

beautiful at some point

but now she is getting

lovelier by the hour- she

glows like a corpse in the dark.

The pains of love now reside

at the heart of her existence-
vulnerability is the new shade-
afraid to trust again, obsessive

of a heart she knows so well-
vivid memories of pain-
that now clouds her judgment.

Still scared,
strange vibrations-
sweaty palms-
pulsating emotions-

over here, over there…



A little more time with her heart-


she might give it away.

Love will come-
she will wait and hold on to her heart…
A little more…

This time.



Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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