Blue Broken Heart

I want to tell you of my blue broken heart So listen close that you might hear Of hammer driven pitons of regret In their force propelled me down a precipice, In wagering my light would disappear. Sometimes I taste the acid thread of tears, Unbidden drip a trail along the cheek And chill the waiting carpet with their frost And craven open-ended questions ask With their glib and cold malicious streak. I want to tell you of my blue broken heart, So hearken now, 'lest you may fall the same, Thus take a heed of all I have to tell And wrap a wall of stone about yourself Withstanding of the slings of love and shame. Now everything that burns me to the ground, Impure of deed it razed this sucker faint And channels all my symptoms to a grave, Where resplendent, buried deep in state, It cracks and peels the monumental paint. I want to tell you of my blue broken heart, So take the time to touch on my decay And though you may possess the ways and means To tend to wounds and shore the seeping veins, Handle me with care, is all I say.