I think it was his music that took the pain away,
Or maybe his crystal blue eyes that moulded my heart like clay
The gentle notes dried the warm tears on my grubby face
And as the tempo hastened my heart began to race
The silky wind ruffled the tousled hair on his head
It was only to late when I realised
The song was for her instead
YOU ARE READING
Heart Scrub
PoetryHere is my poisoned lilac heart Tell me, what do you think? Does it disgust you, or please you or sadden you? Will you wash it down the sink?
