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.
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…