I’m a man, made out of the tin;
sheets of worn-out metal,
decaying in an orchard
with my trusty axe and kettle.
I cried myself to rust
because I have no heart,
No love for this metallic man;
no soul mate counterpart.
Can’t you hear the sounds
that echo underneath?
A hollow empty shell
where a heart's supposed to beat.
The days are long and grinding;
the nights are even longer.
Rotting away in this field
my mind begins to wonder.
I dream of sweet devotion
that I want to feel
and cardiac vibrations
put in this man of steel.
A coronary muscle
overflowing with affection
is all I ever wanted,
an emotional connection.
Wait! What’s this......??
I see ruby sparkles
and stare with fascination.
It's skipping upon some yellow bricks,
is this a hallucination??
To Be Continued.....
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC
I’m a man, made out of the tin;
sheets of worn-out metal,
decaying in an orchard
with my trusty axe and kettle.
I cried myself to rust
because I have no heart,
No love for this metallic man;
no soul mate counterpart.
Can’t you hear the sounds
that echo underneath?
A hollow empty shell
where a heart's supposed to beat.
The days are long and grinding;
the nights are even longer.
Rotting away in this field
my mind begins to wonder.
I dream of sweet devotion
that I want to feel
and cardiac vibrations
put in this man of steel.
A coronary muscle
overflowing with affection
is all I ever wanted,
an emotional connection.
Wait! What’s this......??
I see ruby sparkles
and stare with fascination.
It's skipping upon some yellow bricks,
is this a hallucination??
To Be Continued.....
"I'd be tender, I'd be gentle
And awful sentimental
Regarding love an art
I'd be friends with the sparrows
And the boy that shoots the arrows
If I only had a heart" - The Tin Man "If I Only Had A Heart" from The Wizard of Oz
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