Stolen Heart

You try to sooth her
You try to fix her
You wrap her in your warm cloak
While trying to mend her wounds
But she is not all there
Part of her has been gone for many moons
Holding close to what she used to know
Holding on tight to what bounds her
Her sweet stolen heart
Its residence is now unknown
Wrapped up with barbwire ties
Somewhere encased in a cold tomb
Suffering alone
With each beat it rips from the punctures of its containment
With each beat it bleeds
It pours the love it has from it and drains into the darkness
You can try to sooth her
You can try to fix her
But she is not all there


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. tigercity
    May 24, 2012 @ 15:04:22

    the older we get the more baggage we carry, it’s perhaps why people find it more tiring to give their heart away again and again.. you may have a small box of demons, I may play host to a circus of tormentors..


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