Every day presses a different note, and strums a new chord.
Rejections feared
They have come true
My heart’s been seared
Romantic coup
All hopes and dreams
They fade away
Unraveled seams
Begin to fray
Eyes wide open
Still not seeing
Always hoping
And believing
I will collapse
I fall apart
There’s left no chance
For lonely hearts
When waves crash down
A sight to see
You weren’t around
They crashed on me
The setting sun
It waves goodbye
You were the one
That made me cry
“Paper Heart”
My paper heart stopped beating today.
No warning.
The wrinkled edges stopped breathing.
Too many wholes punched through
Worn too thin
The blood that once flowed through it…
Like color to the painter
Melody to the musician
The artist’s painting dries
The musician’s rhythm eventually slows
The truly original
Masters of lyrical
Borderline spiritual
Are pieces of art.
The people we meet
Who walk down the street
Who might lie, who might cheat
Are pieces of art
Myself? I am torn
My soul has been worn
My spirit forlorn
You’ve broken my heart
As silence stands still
The way that I feel
Is never too real
Without you here
My heart’s become tough
Like a stone, sharp and rough
If you look close enough
The truth becomes clear
So how can I be,
The pain that is me,
The art that you see?
Your vision, I fear