The Poet
Think of a heart. A glass heart, now drop it down.. Shatters to pieces. Take a wooden box, the shape of the heart. Fit it in, it lays almost fit. The heart lay fine, but with cracks in ’em this time Do it over and the cracks multiply. Every time the pieces are swept; puts ’em together in the wooden box. Every time the pieces are swept, Every time the little boy wept, ’cause every time he’d loose few pieces of the heart.
Created May 23, 2018 - Last updated: May 23, 2018
Think of a heart.
A glass heart,
now drop it down..
Shatters to pieces.
Take a wooden box,
the shape of the heart.
Fit it in, it lays almost fit.
The heart lay fine,
but with cracks in ’em this time
Do it over and the cracks multiply.
Every time the pieces are swept;
puts ’em together in the wooden box. Every time the pieces are swept,
Every time the little boy wept, ’cause every time he’d loose few pieces of the heart.
Come one day, and its fallen over 10 times.
Now, the glass heart is a masterpiece,
but with cracks as the strokes instead of a brush against a canvas.
It still manages to shine beautifully, but with many pieces lost
It’s no longer whole…
One fine day, an angel walks in,
That day, a miracle was to happen..
The angel shines a light so bright,
it melts his heart and fuses the shards together
She moulds it together with cuts like a diamond,
and now the little boy stands tall.. With a bright shining heart of diamond
the one that he deserved for everything he’s done.
While he was in shadows,
the light that she gave,
made him whole again.
the light that she gave will.. everglow..