Broken Hearts and Stars
Brow tightens with angst,
juggling emotions;
dropping the ball.
my heart flutters like a fallen feather,
but crashes like ton of bricks.
Smiles enlighten me - curiosity
endores even the slightest lie,
for in reality truth seems fantasy.
Dare I dream for love that isn't laced
Fiending for deceit - for the pain
bleeds like a tightened wrist.
Wishing on fallen stars - to fall
along with them, and dance
upon the mosaic moon
preparing to crash into
my orbiting heart.
My love goes round
Merry, o Mary!
Merry, o Cherry!
Yet, I end up an astronaut
alone in the blackness,
grabbing hold of stars -
that are now only light.
She once was so bright,
twinkling on my blue cast eyes.
Now she is but a silhouette...
walking out on the dying sun.
fetal and alone
embarrassed behind my tears
yet I smile,
as I hide behind the rain.
Laying on my back
in therapy with the listening moon
he tells me to look into the deepness
of the hollow night...
Moon,
whispered on chocked back tears....
all i see are broken hearts....and forgotten stars.