Mended Hearts

The story of taking one’s heart and fixing it with your own two hands.

I stood at the tree where we first kissed
Peering into the night, an effervescent bliss
You held my heart inside of your hands
And you walked on the beach, kicking up sand
I laughed and I cried, those stories you told
Of the kids playing hopscotch, a lady picking rose
You looked into my eyes with a penetrating gaze
That told all of the stories your mouth couldn’t portray
Of the times you fell and hurt your knees
Or the times your father screamed for you to leave
Left on the streets as a piece of waste
You scoured the city for a place to stay
And into my arms you fell one day
As I took into my hands your heart of decay
I stitched and sowed the broken pieces
I laid you down flat to feel your heart beating
Broken and bloody, I needed you to stay
So whenever I felt it begin to fade
I pulled out my sewing kit, sutchers and lace
I sewed and I stitched, your heart starting to raise
The beats started to increase, and to your heart I sang
“Oh don’t leave me, that beautiful face
I saw cross the meadow, flowers swaying in place
You wore a crown I put on your head
Covered in lilies and tulips, a picture of death
You covered your body in thick molten lead
I picked and I picked, breaking your body instead
I picked up the pieces and with glue I filled
The holes in your heart with my own bloody spill
Each crack in your heart was filled with my time
So I will love you forever, your heart will always be mine...”

Reviews

[Rhayne]

This is beautiful, mystical and magical. Beautiful are the words and the concept of saving a heart. Mystical are the memories a heart stores. Magical is what a loving person can do for another. I really enjoyed this. Great work!

[Lea Sheryn]

This is beautiful. Well done!

[Nyx]

Thank you so much!

[Lea Sheryn]

You're very welcome!