This old heart
Has beat a lifetime of beats,
Cried a torrent of tears,
And roared with exuberance.

This old heart
Has loved you for a lifetime,
Has yearned for your love,
And has melted into your soul.

This old heart
Will forever be yours.

I didn't want you to blow my mind.
I didn't want you to make my heart explode.
You walked away from the carnage
And now I'm left picking up the pieces.

The birds returning to their
Nest , the little ones under
The night sky , the stars shimmering
Like a wiggly worm , mom looking
At the young , Tired unable
To move , she cries and pebble
In the nest , falls below on
The ground , all burnt upon
The soil dead , the pain
The animals , no land to live in
No food to eat , god save us
From the inhumane kind , be kind to us.

If time is a convincing illusion, then as I am writing this,
you are reading it; you are remembering me years after
we have spoken last, and I am noticing you for the first time.

I'm a young woman waking up in an apartment in Albany,
New York, realizing that I am finally broken enough to fix,
and an East Boston moppet in ***** pink overalls, riding
Big Wheels through the sprinklers with a boy named John Henry.

You're delivering newspapers on a cold New Hampshire morning.
I am falling asleep wondering if you could possibly love me.
You are saying that you do. You are stardust, and I am long gone.

All by chance I found a candle,
It stood so perfectly and it's flame shined so bright.
The warmth of it's glow warmed my soul, As it slowly burned it melted my heart.
Now the wick is dying and it's glow is fading away.
My heart cries as it breathes one last breathe.
It's light and warmth may have left my side,
but my love will always remain.