My Tea Stained Heart

And written on top of my sonnet – a note… Hey babe – working late see you soon… All those lonely hours... Writing to capture the thought for what? A soulful rite... My life left gashed and dripping as her aimless pen slashed my heart… The tears cried over each line and verse... I knew these words would let her see... The spark carried in this ancient soul displayed just for her... Even a fool knows that lonely passion serves no more purpose at all... In the end your heart stands alone... All those tear stained pages amount to no more than landfill. Awkward feelings trying to fit into a verse... My angel, my love, this wounded heart... Love knows the bounds when it all falls apart. Heaven please accept this tea stained note for it is lost amongst the living - my heart soon to follow...