Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2012
With her heart on her sleeve
there's no turning back.
She locks it away
and she tries not to grieve.

She blends in around
and she soon becomes lost
until she sees a boy
with a familiar sounds.

A sleeve for his heart?
Wasn't that strange?
She had been like that,
she pulled hers apart.

She watched as he struggled
to keep his attached.
But the world kept pulling
and the heart was smuggled.

He took his box and she followed him home.
She stared and she watched
as he opened the box
and pulled out a large stone.

His heart was gone,
his sleeve was so bare!
He screamed and shouted
he cried, but not for long.

The girl had run home
and fetched her own box.
She knocked on his door
and was no longer alone.

He didn't have his
and she didn't want hers
so she gave it away
and that's how it is.

With their hearts on their sleeves,
this girl and this boy
live together forever
or so it would seem...
Q
Written by
Q  Earth
(Earth)   
638
   Timothy and Mary Rose
Please log in to view and add comments on poems