I don't write much

so don't tax your brain

its just a few words

to soak in , to ingrain

the moon is veiled
by the grey clouds

the stars twinkle one by one

the cool breeze
wraps me

as I lay awake
on the cot
staring above

the night is in its full splendor
sleep is drawing me close

such is the beauty of this darkness

that it makes me forget the chaos within

Ouch! that was my heart

let the heart bleed
    
       let the soul plead

                if its not meant to be
  
                          it wont be

I felt people meant
what they said

Its now that
I know
they are  
just words
just dust

which will
eventually
fly off

leaving no trace behind. . .

the heartless *****
once had a heart
a heart of gold
a heart soft
a heart all pure
which she still possess
but doesn't show

it was a heart purest of pure
it was bruised
it was torn
in the game of life
the gamble of love

it was kicked
it was  broken
it was trampled
it was crushed
it was thrown

she kept gathering
the tiny pieces
daily in a jar

away from the public gaze
she kept sewing it
with fiber and tar

her heart is all tattered
the stitches are old
but still shines

the heartless *****
still has the heart
but  no one knows...