My Battered Heart
The rose drifts to the ground,
Petals dry and wilting in the cold breeze.
A death resembling the demise of my heart
As an unraveling of feelings turns to dust.
A shoe grinds the rose petals to oblivion,
The preferred state of my battered heart.
The wind lifts the remnants of the flower
to circle around me with its dying breath.
She peeks through the curtain.
Of this I am certain,
she knows nothing of fear
as I draw myself near.
A smile is on her face
as I quicken my pace.
The window grows dark
but she left her mark.
I know which room she does live in.
It must be tidy as a pin.
Her dark eyes have beseeched me.
I know she will complete me.
I just have to summon the courage
before my heart goes back to storage.
We belong together as one.
I won’t stop until I have won.
I raise my hand to the door.
My tears are ready to pour.
I won’t step away.
I’ve come to here stay.
In my heart, I know he is there.
Waiting for me, I have no fear.
Lost him so many years ago.
Tears have finally stopped to flow.
One day I will see his dear face,
But I cannot keep up this pace.
Living day to day without his love.
His warmth had fit me like a glove.
I must accept the sad fact
That he’s never coming back.
He will not be alone anymore.
My parents have now walked through that door.
I can feel him circling from above,
Reassuring me when I need love.
Artist: Saint Carlito
There is no one inside.
Nothing at all to hide.
Some people are deep.
Others are asleep.
Which one of these are you?
Are you one of the few?
The ones who actually care
when your heart is about to tear.