Echoes On My Heart

Oh foolish lover’s rhapsody within a wounded chest I feel the arms wound tightly where I’d lay my head to rest, Ripped from limb wide open thrust into a covered door Latched in place and time erased knees hit the hardened floor, Cold dank door that leads to light but shelters such intrusion Frozen etching window panes lead towards the shore That bounds with waves of discontent and obvious delusion, To believe such eyes that breathe and hit me with a strike of poison An anecdote to ease the rush through coursing veins illusions, Played so with bow upon my heartstrings need Wounded chambers ventricles heave from wretched scenes, Rewind, recall, rehearse again in eerie perfect rhythm How could one be what their not a perfect cut division, As if an identical twin of two split right down the middle Feast upon the wounded heart like some sort of kibble, Dreams that you will hold me close and stop the heart that bleeds. Passion overtakes somehow becomes a raw obsession leaving me to drown in my own shame and selfish needs Feel the signal sent to you upon the wind's inflection Forever softly echoed on my heart the sad refrain.