Oh, the million
Fireworks that explode in
My heart when we kiss.

I only take a swing
At the ball that's worth hitting
I'm not going to go for each one, who am I kidding?
It's like a phychlogical bidding
It may not work out in the end
It may not suffice at all
Hence why I stay reticent and stall
But I push myself a little more now
I get castigated for taking a shot
It gets lonely at the top
So what if I flop
I have a million dollar shine
No more staring at the vines
Just pure courage
It may not happen
But I don't care
I could end up winning for life
By taking that chance
I want my words to make her dance
And to see verification in my stance

Already in million pieces
You shattered my heart
Blew out with your false kisses
If I only knew this from start

Now you bought tape and glue
Gathered the pieces one by one
Shaping in a heart without a clue
Glued together, with feelings of none

The heart, with many deep cracks
Some bits missing, showing incomplete
Trace with your finger and feel the tracks
Look at your hands, have you bled

Frustrated you tossed it away
Thinking about its ugly look
And the look it used to be one day
How you took and the way you shook

My heart, now in million pieces
Put together,yet lacked the impression
You blew few more kisses
And walked away with no expression...


©sim

Between the stars
And the million years
Your face appears.


-- Eleanor