Heavy Heart

Dear love, what do I say to you?

I write this with a heavy heart.

I think you can see me through;

Past my skin, my every thought.

There are no words of wisdom,

Or of comfort that I may give.

Yet, in this undesired freedom,

I hope you fly far and forgive.

In this hopeless desolate world,

I hope you build on all of the pain

A castle of bliss, in the dawn of gold

To never feel sadness again.

And I hope you smile to the moon

With your heart fluttering out.

For, with all its imperfections prune

You are what I’ve found out

But how do I imprison those times

That allure escaping the real realm,

Those hearts dancing to simple rhymes

Of simple love, far from any real helm.

So, I must, but sail at the mercy of gusts.

And indeed, ruthless gusts have no soul.

The unforgiving tide of time thrusts

A perfect heart with a bloody hole.