Heart Breaker

Years and years since this lanternless heart lost flame; The sun sits atop me, so I'm walking down this barren road, Potholes are fresh, memories the red of wool on a surgery bed And my shadow is but a nimbus without a will of his on... Bound to the ways of his restless master only to die at dusk. Promises are castles of glass and now her hopes know a thousand cuts; The soreness of a woman whose mash-mellow heart commits unto love Is the anguish of a general whose limbs are lost to the war--- And every tear is a salty prayer to heaven. I'm a heartbreaker, I bring pain with me and I've broken again, But today the heart is at guilt, there is no running, No hiding only walking of atonement of seeking the sugar of a bosom whose dough rose from a lozi oven. -- Maybe love like life should end in flames of a crematorium -- Where there is no peace, where eleven bedrooms of white silk are lightless docks, The heart is a haunted mansion, there never can be sleep. 19/01/18 Copyright © All Rights Reserved