A world of bitter-sweet memories, shut tight, locked in a tinder box.
Sadly never to re-ignite.
Planes and dragonflies sprung to mind.
As chatting to that man suited and booted in black.
An ebony heart and a pen that's the same.
Whose heart, though I wish, I can never stake claim.
He was a vampire, he drained my heart.
My body barely functions, now that we're apart.
But still I live, independent and fierce, wild and free.
The hold of lost love well, it still pursues me.
Sadly, just the sentiment, no more the he!
A tide that won't come in and  catch me.
As I swim against the tide.
(c) Livvi