maria-rogila
Atlantic Coast
How often we dive head first into love only to find it was not so deep / If we are lucky we might end up with only a broken neck and months / of traction to keep us from our obsessions If we are not so lucky our hearts will break I have learned that a broken heart does not heal it remains unfixable and we are destined to live a long broken mistake riddled existence until one spring day a new feeling starts and where once the bloodied broken vessel beat / a new heart pounds with the song of love as we meet
At three months you cry and spittle
Your Aunt rocks you in her arms
I take a break and remember
You are so sweet and oh so little
At three years you run and giggle
Your dad plays knights and castles
I make the red jello blocks jiggle
You are so sweet and still so little
At thirteen you are about to fly
Your parents remind you often
make good choices please don't die
My hardened heart is softened
When thirty years approach
I still speak about that joy
of watching how you've grown
into my beautiful boy
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 7:36 PM UTC