Description: when love is found it can be the greatest feeling in the world but when it is hurt and found again you appreiciate it more and you love the person who took you away, that hurt heart, more then anything else in the world.
Heart On A Wire -------------------------------------------
There is ab heart on a wire
close to the cieling
tucked away under cob webs
it hangs there
waiting for hands
so grab it and untie those knots
it bleeds slowly from its sides
black blood as cool as ice
its been calloused by scars
and bitten by spiders
flies hover around now and then
but there was a time where that heart was held and cared
where blood circulated
and kept it warm
she cut it open
and hung it by that rafter
she clawed at it
and wanted it back
but it was my choice
i would rather be up on that why with flies
then cupped in the hands of that wretch
it was there for a long while
and they have tried to take it down
but i left it there till i found
HER
i gave to hurt with the scars
and blood still dripping
she loved just as she would
if it were fresh and thriving
all i could say was thank you
alll i could give is my love
but she says that is more then enough
i think i agree
actually of course i agree
now that heart is on a platter
wrapped in gold
and sitting on a throne
its scarlet and thriving
pumping and warming the hearts of others
but especially HERS
it still has a couple of scars
but she doesnt mind
niether do i
Well. *Sits staring* I decided, that since you commented on my poem. And, that I haven't heard from you from forever. And, that I didn't need to break my record of not commenting on every single poem you've ever posted. That would just be so unlike my Obsessive Compulsive Self.
Obviously you are happy with the love that you have found. Which you depicted in a very analytical poem. Full of analogies. Using a dead heart, bleeding black blood to represent dead love, hidden behind cobwebs and such.
Using a heart on a golden platter to represent new, growing, beautiful love.
Not everyone has the chance to feel like this. You're lucky...although lately I don't tell people they're lucky. It's just that someone UP THERE likes them and they're blessed. That's all.
Submission Name: Heart On A Wire
