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Oct 2009
your limbs are like trees
enclosed in your vines
a small pink heart
with two beady eyes.

it sees what you do
but you've wrapped it up tight
suffocating its thoughts
bound by your might.

it's empathy trickles,
like a tiny blue stream
drops hit your toes,
a carebears dream.

your dark insides squirm,
and your empty eyes plead
and that little pink heart
pulses with need

i climbed inside,
to sit in its' glow
your abyss growing tighter
the blue beings to slow

I cradled your heart,
in the crook of my arm,
i carried it out
escaping your harm.

your little heart looked at me,
with those beady eyes,
it welled up with tears
and let out a sigh.

the pink heart exploded,
and covered me in blue.
your sad eyes closed
the last of you.
Written by
Sam Kinsella
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