there is a simple soft-spoken heart
which beats all night and does it's part
to serve this ill-encumbered soul
which rules within it's realm.

the neighborhood has gone downhill
since their body could not fulfill
the basic needs of hearts and souls,
since anger took the helm.

the heart works hard, it has not failed
and in comparison, the soul pales
in it's untender, selfish struggle
to be less overwhelmed

by all the lessons souls must learn
in order for hearts to discern
the purpose of the body within which
they're both forced to dwell.

so one day the heart asked the soul
what will it take to make you mold
and shape into the kind of spirit
we need? what the hell?

the soul blushed bright red, turned away
it spoke 'i'm sorry heart; this way
i've treated you for far too long
i haven't been myself'

the heart felt guilty, for it saw
a soul that was torn up and raw
for it had tried for so long the heart's
loneliness to quell.

'well' the heart said with a sigh
'if you really can't seem to find
a way to find a kindred one
to crack open your shell

then i suppose' and then he smiled
'we'll just sit here for a long while
and get to know each other, okay?
i think that's just as well.'