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.
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