When you left, you took my heart with you and the two of you skipped off into the woods of my past
The ruddy drops my heart left behind were eventually gobbled up, like highly metaphorical breadcrumbs, by the birds of time
And like those two children lost in the forest, neither of you will ever find your way back... to me.
I'll fashion a new heart out of wood to occupy the vacancy left in my chest
And it will hope to some day become a real heart
But it will never be able to receive the fairydust of love that would enable it to fly
Instead, it will only be a stiff, wooden heart
And there will always be strings attached.
Perhaps some day a raven will fly through my window to keep me company
And though he may only speak one word, I know that it will always be a word of truth
And I know that he will never leave me
Probably because he feels my pain.
The pain of growing up
Of not being able to fly away to a place where I can stay a child forever
Your memory will always be the captain of my new wooden heart
And the hook that drags me back to reality
when I start thinking that maybe we could have worked.
We were doomed from the start
As if I were trapped in an ocean of longing
And you walked on the dry land of my desire
Always unattainable to me for my inability to adapt to a new world.
In the beginning, our love was like a carpet
Covering all things, and enchanted to lift us from the ground
And carry us through the world together
But you stained that carpet with the grapejuice of treachery
And now I am left emotionally unconscious
Always waiting for the kiss that will never come
To wake me from my slumber.