There’s a heart out there,
That can be heard,
As it wanders up and down,
Darkened lonely streets.
Its cries are bellowed out,
Into an unsettling dark.
A morbid and vain attempt,
-A sirens call-
To lure your love back home,
Once again.
(It craves to be cradled,
Into your lonely forgotten arms.)
It always listens for you.
Upon every heartbeat,
In those shadowy steps…
As each echoing attempt,
Comes back in droves,
Of shattered-
Mourning waves.
(My heart is still that child,
Who can’t seem to comprehend,
That the essence of you,
Is now gone.)
How do you convince something,
Even in the midst of your own disbelief,
That sometimes,
There are things in this world,
That are just going to break?
That sometimes,
They will always haunt you?
It’s as if,
Love were a toy…
To be discarded like some used “thing”,
Then to be placed back onto some empty shelf,
Once all of its joy,
Has been selfishly spent.
(Tell me…
How does one convince this child,
Who now lives so brokenly,
Inside of my heart,
To finally let you go?)
