Is it normal to feel this way?
My heart got let out of the window.

Got caught on the summer breeze.
Back in the seventh month while, in seventh heaven.

Henceforth;
It vanished.
It blew away.

Blew away.
It won't come back.

Can't catch it on a spike.
Or in a net of mesh.

Now it's gone I sit and cry.
Darling, I still want to die.

It's all a pretence.
This pretending not to give a fk

Waiting to hear once more your voice.
Or read power of love straight from your pen.

You said hell, there's no relationship.
I don't know how you could.

Maybe not a proper one, but what we had was fcking good.
Unless your heart was damaged first.
Or made of rotting wood!

Maybe your heart crocheted from wool.
Soft and fluffy.
But nobody's fool.

The sweet lady, Livvi.
Really cute and cool,

Snatched your heart and broke the rules.
For how much longer must I regret?

Your ring's positioned safely back in my drawer.
Hurts too much to wear it still.

Was not a bragger never will be,
Nor out to gain repute.

A rider on your reputation.
Have one of my own to declare and protect.

Adores poetry.
Livvi, the lady.

She bows in respect to you and her.
Have to say she loves you slightly more.

Just a little bit.
For you are a real being,

With human touch.
Emotion and devotion.

Worth having.
Not with a heart of stone.

Her poetry she will still flow.
Whether you stay or whether you go.

As I perceive you already know.
Had a week off.

Missed sheer joy.
Not being curled up with overgrown boy!
(C) Livvi 17/11/13
By ladylivvi1

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