An empty heart can still be seen,
making the perfect mold to cast over.
Strips, unevenly torn, of red and pink—
the bits I kept that meant the most—
are lightly brushed over
with a blended mixture of
wishful thinking and tears of “I Love You.”
Decorated with ribbons, bows, and lace,
helps keep everything in place.
They overlap,
trying to cover the pain
from “We’re Over.”
It’s how I see my heart—
the perfect gift
for myself.
Tag: free verse
Death Regrets
hollowed eyes can still shed tears
promised to me before creation,
I let you run free.
Loved by many—
myself included,
I denied you in the darkest of days.
A man’s promise of love cannot compare to mine.
Kings have fallen
A knights’ valor can be broken
No mortal
can feel the pain of taking you away—
as I do.
Yet,
I am still hated.
Agonizing as it is,
I still await your hand.
No one is ever ready
to leave what has been.
Hush now,
let me fulfill my promise
of helping you
let go.
Asphalt River
Leaves begin to scatter—
scraping across the asphalt.
The sound of a river
coursing through my street.
Swirling
Churning
Ebbing with the wind
I wish I can toss my memories into the current
but they will eventually
find their way back to me.
Sleeping with Stars
Sleeping with stars
always awaken my thoughts.
We relate so sensibly.
tears streak in the dark
clouded when lost
dim as hope—
barely out of reach.
Quilted constellations
ease tired eyes.
Lullabies of
wishes and prayers
carry my dreams tonight.
