What Becomes of a Broken Heart

Does yours still sit on a backshelf?...somewhere

What becomes of a broken heart

One might ask you, slyly of course

For you would honestly never tell

You might sigh, not wanting to answer by force

 

A broken heart, what broken heart?

You scoff, trembling at the knee

Why, I placed it in that cup, by the seashell

Daggers shot from the arrow of curiousity cripple my plea

 

Of silence. I wrap my broken heart in dismantled dreams

I flogged along fairly in life, never stopping to rewind the tape nor rerecord

My broken heart was my own fault because it was I who fell

It is the candle's melted body on the desk upon which it poured

 

As you and I were drawn together as if for the last time

A broken heart, oh yes, I think I do remember seeing one of those

Around here once. If I find it I shall place it up on a nail

If I do find it, but who would ever want to be looking I suppose

 

Reviews

[Michael Kerr]

what words, what words of pain.i liked the last part about how you supposed that who whould look anyway.
this was a great pome.

-mike kerr-

[The Mad Prophet]

Very nicely done, and thank you for submitting this in my contest. It is worthy to be apart of the Broken Mirror Piece, and I am glad you shared it with us.

Sentiments from your local Mad Prophet

[Fran Marie]

An emotional piece so well crafted and penned nicely in poetic expression

WeLL DonE!!~Fran Marie

[Catastrophe]

The words are beautiful; and i would also include that the metaphors
grab my attention. I love the way you have written this poem, like a little story, i could
see images in my head. That's a beautiful thing, but it does make this heart of mine feel sad.

[The Autumn Faerie]

I'm pretty sure my heart fell into the ocean and let the seawater suckle the life from it slowly, painfully-- so slowly, that it's still alive, bleeding, ebbing, dying... Somewhere, amidst the anemones.

This piece is (obviously) inspiring.
You handled it well, doing a wonderful job with it!

Raye

[Chelsea]

I love the metaphors and emotions. It's beautiful.