The Only Heart

The only heart

 

Come whisper down this drain

Till all is quiet and all clouds weep

Whisper don’t roar

Nothing here is on the verge of anything

And your sleepy voice is this century’s candle

 

Tell me where you went when everything shut

Like a dusty angel with Marlboro lungs

Tell me were they manufacture tears

And where to place this vicious dream

 

From the island of phony trades

I called your name

Weeping in the pillow I was dealt

The city insane

Carving in the mud for lonely answers

That will never stop this train

Reviews

[Falling Leaf.]

Lovely; paints a beautiful yet haunting picture. Well done, and welcome to Writer's Cafe! If you have any pieces that need reviewing, I'm here to help!

Kindest regards and best of luck,
Savannah

[S.R. Wolf]

Hey Savannah!
What a wonderful welcome to the writer's cafe, and thank you for the kind words of encouragement! I would love to contact you when i have some new pieces ready for reviewing, and i'd love to review some of your work as well!

Kind regards
Samuel

[Falling Leaf.]

You're most welcome, Samuel! I'm but a message away!

Kindest regards and best of luck,
Savannah