poems from the heart

As Hearts Beat

Counts drop
And the single ticking of time stops
And the energy in the room pops
You can see and feel the emptiness creep closer

You realise your not what you thought
You happyness was happyness simply boat
The feelings you had where whispers in the wind
Like a single flying red lint

You collapse on the floor
As who you where is and will be no more
You have come so far only to knock at deaths door.
Is this what they say is a final curtain call

What an excuse
For the lust and feel of being someone's muse
As they bid you a dew at the docks
You keep you heart trapped in this box
Because if one tear is shed
They will know your feelings aren't dead yet

And that will be the start
Of them, chipping away at your hear.