A Game of Hearts

A Game of Hearts

Your heart...
My head in my hands.
My heart...
In your two hands.
End it.
I don't enjoy it..

I want a home in your head......
Not a port of call.
Not a waiting room
Not a dark and ugly cul de sac
Garbage strewn.

Walling up the wails in the room
Of stoicism feels good.
Heroic even.

Later in the night
The moon calls on me
Without card
Or a ring of the doorbell.

Standing in the corridor
Watching the night sky
Feeding on pain
Feeling each howl
The forsaken moon burns
My blue hot veins.

This is how night feels
When you have a heart
And didn't keep it close
To your soul
But let it drift apart.

The moon grins evil...
drifts away
Aroused by the carousel of dark clouds.
Well they'll stray.

Moon hear the wind
That's our lost soul
Who stole a heart ...
Ripped it
from the whole.

Wind ...
Throws halfhearted clouds in disarray
That heart is precious. ..
Its my whole life
And it isn't for play.

My heart is in my head
My soul is in my breath
I'll make my own bliss...
I'll lie on my own bed.

And your unbreakable heart...

Wasn't too hard to please

...it was just too
Hard.
I can't play this  game
Of torture and tease.

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