Here is my heart, though, how silly it is To give you a gift, as faulty as this I’d give you my mind, but I fear it’s away In some faraway land on indefinite stay I’d give you my soul, if only I could But lost in my body is the thoughtless ol’ fool I’d give you my spirit, but embarrassed I am Of how small and how dim the light has become And thus I am left with a beaten bruised heart The one where the seems are coming apart Don’t worry the wounds will fester, but heal And then it's the scars, the seems that will seal The bleeding will stop, the ache should assuage It’s drumming might fade, It’s hearing might age A Band-Aid or two and some gauze would do well To send it towards heaven, or at least not towards hell Please hold the poor darling, tell it you care It might not believe you, but let us be fair It’s fallen, it’s shattered, it burned and then froze And now by it’s master so rudely disposed I’d rather you have it though, horrid it is For I do not trust me with such delicate things I’ve tried and I’ve failed, and it’s time to give in Farewell, my sweetheart, forgive me this sin Viktoria Nikola
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