Poetry Collection

Dysfuctional Heart

Last year, I'd always cry out your name at night.

I thought only you could heal the wounds that scarred my very soul.

I thought only you could see though my fake smiles and laughs.

But I only wronged myself.

...Did I have pulled out such an act,

the audience couldn't tell if it was a play or not?

The theater of my heart will always be scarred and scorn,

And forever will be, for none can be reborn.

This year, I still sit in the corner of my room,

wanting to call out to someone, anyone.

But I'm nothing but a memory to you...

and I have no one to call out to...

I lay still in my room, freezing to death

even though my body was covered with a blanket

My heart still felt naked and alone.

There will be never one for me.

For my dysfunctional heart will never allow thee.

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Author's Note :

Yay. I think it rhymed, a lil. Just getting some old feelings out of the way, that's all. OH OH! And the last part is something special for an 'acquaintance' of mine~ Huahuahua I used to say he has a 'dysfuctional heart'~ I'm so nice, aren't I?~~

~ Seibie