Time in yesterday’s space
reopens the healing heart today.
Time in yesterday’s space
reopens the healing heart today.
the boy in the window
carving a broken heart in his breath,
realized the condensation dripping down
was like watching his tears…
die on his lips.
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in the basement of his soul,
concealed scars reached up to
turn off the light to his heart.
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carved away by a river of pain,
the worn and jagged edges of his heart
now expose the forgotten sedimentary layer
of how to love.
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wearing his favorite t-shirt
and a coquettish grin,
he played board games
with dice and peoples hearts
losing his turn at love…
on his final spin.
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within the broken heart
is a voice without a sound,
birds without a song,
stained glass without light,
stars without the night,
healing without mistakes
and a life without love.
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while pretending
his way through the rainy day,
he got lost watching
the growing orbits of sorrow
that surround his lonely heart
burn in the water.
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the duel between his heart and mind
became a dance in rhythmic measure
of opening and closing,
each inflicting strict penalties on him
of reward and punishment
as conditions for love.
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he made a cage
of wired lies and compliments
for his heart.
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born with a broken heart,
hollow thoughts crowd his mind
like a choir of burnt out candles
forgotten
in the middle of nowhere.
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