Red turns to black,
Pack and then unpack,
The heart in your box,
As it beats and then stops.
Caress it softly,
And then place it in slowly.
Place within a candle,
And then put down the handle.
Lock it up quickly,
But don't throw away the key.
Pick it up carefully,
And then pass it to me.
Think happy thoughts,
As you give your heart away.
I'll look after it, don't worry,
I'll give it back one day.
YOU ARE READING
Soppy Shit
PoetryI'd call them poems, but they're probably not. Just a few ramblings written over the years.
