The signpost on the right side of my heart reads;
“Do not sing songs that will sink into the silence that dwell in my soul.”
It is written in bright Bodoni with white ink
solely scripted for sailors attempting to visit.
Only sail across for the deck of my feelings is broken.
The void of the last burgle is yet to heal
so read and adhere to what you see.

The signpost on the left side of my heart reads:
“first five feet farther from site will help facilitate reconstruction.”
It is written in bright Bodoni with white ink
solely scripted for curious pedestrians.
Only use the pedestrian walkway for the bridges are broken.
The damage from the last earthquake is yet to be fixed
So read and adhere to what you see.

The signpost on my heart reads:
“Stay safe and sound till the next storm swings.”

Love moves in strong tides:
Blowing beach bubbles
Waving waffles on blue seas.

Love stares in burning flames:
Taking the beams and burn
Waving waffles on skyscrapers.

Love stands by on stormy nights:
Making cold curtan calls
Waving waffles from the clouds.

Love stays by in a molten hug
With a steep gracious glance
Waving waffles with a smile.

Love walks blind in paper poetry;
Broken within lovely lines
Waving waffles at the heart.