A casket confines the soul
So that traces of love can no longer just roam
Singing ice-box where my heart used to be,
But it never ever belonged to me
It had a few owners in the past cos I wore it on my sleeve
But now I washed out the stain that it used to leave
Put it back in its place and cuffed it to my chest
So when an arrow tries to pierce,
It can’t tear through its nest
A dull lullaby still melodies in the booth of my rib cage
Until a voice that speaks the truth allows it to engage
But a trusted word is hard to receive
When the ears have been cut with lies and deceived
A kiss always burns when it melts the heart
And leaves a scar from a flirtatious spark
If the heart behind it is not a whole one
But defines selfish and greedy, it takes from your love
So the shackles on this love are tight with caution
For the next time love thinks it can have its portion
It can lick the taster but can’t satisfy this sweet tooth
Protection from an addiction that should never be pursued
So a hit of the needle that draws blood from my heart
Will only be victorious when another has drowned me in loves art
By Kiri Gray ©
Oh shhhhhhhhhhhhhhit!! It’s not even whack.. It’s a good’un. Listen, you’d do well to keep your heart to yourself ok!! I promise you, you’d die without it..