HEART ON A SLEEVE.
Put some iron on the wound.
The smell of blood will surely put you through
The pain from the stain that’s been festering in you.
Do you wonder which parts are true?
Melancholy smiles of the blackest blues
That play the heart strings a rapturous tune.
Or the simple pleasures that bring the crisis to bloom.
Or the way that you see others smiling and free
Come together and just be.
…the musings of a fool.
Roll away, roll away the dew.
This god-damned romance is just covering you
Just like the heartache when your lover comes unglued
Worked and jaded from the line you drew
To come around.
Wade to this side of the pool.
to the deep side of the fool.
Honestly, have you ever loved anyone deeper
That the one you loved before?
Have you never wanted more
Than to love the one that you adore?
Will there ever be a reprieve?
Wearing your heart on a sleeve.
Is there a false from a true?
Is there a me and a you?
These are the questions you surely go through.
Not to mention the pain
Once again –
Would you like a little salt on the wound?
Maybe a little deeper
Maybe some more room
To squirm and to thrash in the deepening ash
That fills the hole in your tormenting soul.
That spills onto everyone you know
Waiting to come around…
Just one flick of the tongue.
Makes you feel like you’re young again.
Just one finger in the hole.
It comes up stripped down to the bone.
Then you’re reminded of when you’re alone
Never minding who is there or how you’ve grown
Or how unselfishly they’ve invested all their energy
For you –
Only human is the musings of a fool.
One step forward two steps back.
Never quite knowing where your love is at.
Blindly reaching for a heart attack.
2008/2019 Lance A. Kair