This beating heart

This beating heart

2-16-13

And it felt like a Sunday

Looked like a Monday

“A no kind of fun day”

“Get some work done day”

She whispered to me, it was quite cold and gloomy

Touched my soul softly, her scent still upon me

My eyes wide and open, mending the broken

Torn and the tattered, the cold and the shattered

This beating heart, this useless piece of flesh

Is no longer so, is no longer cold, no longer alone

This beating heart, is ignited once again

Is bright and red, blood pumping in, no longer dead

And it felt like a Sunday

Looked like a Monday

“A no kind of fun day”

“Get some work done day”

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