The Height of a Heart ~Poems~

This Thing Called A Heart

I don't want it

The insides I have

The lungs to breath

Or heart to have

I just want to be hallow

Just like the frame

With no memories inside

To wallow in shame

A core in the center 
That no one can touch

Or a tree in the ground

with roots to dug up

We are people

All the same

Only pigment defines our shame

The color on the outside may be changed

but our insides will remain the same

Pumping blood to fuel our anger

Or whistling to our smoking behavior

destruction is our middle names

Now that you know

Why can't we just go away?

To a place that we can't harm

Or have feelings all the same

Heaven is what were told

But I don't believe the same

Why do we wait?

To make sins of our fate

So that were told what we did wrong

And that father has a plan for us all?

When everything was right in a way

But were just put to blame

So that someone can feel right

There insides tight

"The darkness beckons to our hearts"

Is that what were told in church tonight?

To see the light is how we act

And to fall is to never come back

The hearts inside of each of us

Does more than pump blood 

They tell lies and truths

Oh what about blues?

When we run out of air

It all becomes clear

Pain is our enemy 

As pleasure is our gift

The father above has no mother

For she sin-ed like no other 

Does that make us pure

To cast her out

Just cause her insides told out?

But wait

Does the heart only pump blood

The red  is all we see

So what did she see?

The blue hidden underneath 

That everyone just can't believe 

So I don't need these fickle things called insides

That people will tell you every time

"Follow your heart"

But if be wrong

"Be hurt for life without love"