heaven

heaven

A Poem by Heavyhearted

 

Heaven drips from his eyes
and corners his mouth
with a smile, not of joy.
Ruby red drops
Not of violence, but
Made with his soul.
But he is a boy
and boys do grow
like a story told
along time, all time.
He kissed me goodbye
one cold yellow day
and said not one word of sorrow.
As sweet as the taste
of his lips
are his hands
dipped into my heart
and his eyes are bright.
What he once was
stayed, thanks to his goodbye.
But his smile will fly
away with his scent,
and one day
I will have nothing left
but a blond lock
of a once sweet thing
that dripped with heaven
into my life.
 

© 2009 Heavyhearted


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living in the sun and longing for rain in love with john keats... dying young, loving love. more cynical than i like to be, yet romantic, against my better judgement. more..

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