warm heart,
once brave and strong
                      

                                                               ­                   now foreboding and weak

poor brave heart
the heart that once beat so strong



                                                       ­                            now bleats so meak


sorrowful little heart
to small to carry the load on your masters shoulders


                                                     ­                                   now a slave to insanity

irrefutably damaged heart
to weak to continue
to shallow to pump blood
to cold to warm my skin



  *poor little heart**
                                                           


                                             how long untill you stop beating

Our tongues are our shovels
As we dig our graves
Kiss by kiss we fall in
De
     ep
         er
Into our mess we have made

A Crook once told me,
"You are not a painting
You are a river
You have curves you bend you flow
You change
You are allowed to
Because you are not permanently one thing
You flow"

He's restless. With bile in his throat
And adrenalin in his veins
He's living long before he realizes
A fist a flask a bit o this and that
An addiction
A love
A girl....
She's clever. A mindful eye behind her brain
A heart she thought would never beat again
A smoke a kiss a **** and a talent
Her addictions
Her love
Him....
They collide like the moon and the sea
Never completely
But enough
To move one another with grace unseen.
He has a poem she has a song
A word a whisper a lyric and a pun
They make each other,
The worlds most tragic
And divine
Lovers of the night
And sun