Hearts on a clothesline

She used my heart like a towel she tries,
And now she has hung it out to dry,
She washed it with some water and time
And squeezed it of every drop of rhyme.

The air's getting humid and the sun's getting hot;
All her clothes have dried but my heart has not. 
When life has resumed and my heart's not wet,
Will you please tell her I love her yet?

Reviews

[Abd-afeez]

Creative indeed, the comparison is really awesome. I read through and keep whispering in my mind, this is true, really very true. Sometimes you could be abadoned just like those clothes left to dry. And there you'd lie wanting care but receiving non. I enjoyed this short but excellent poem.thanks for sharing.

[Hayley]

Good metaphor; it really works! Though this is somewhat short, it just showcases your talent more because you don't have to ramble.
Perfection!

[Alessander]

'All her clothes have dried but my heart has not. '

Best line. Love the pic too.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the use of the clothesline. A very cool way to express being left out and trying to be forgotten. I like the ending. A very good short poem. Thank you.
Coyote