Poetry

Locked Away

She gave him her heart
He took out a knife
And stabbed it once,
And stabbed it twice
Until like a river it bled;
Oh how dark, oh how red.
And there she stood and watched
Hoping it would stop.
But it did not stop, he did not cease
And he gave it back, incomplete;
For there were holes never to be closed,
And the wounds would never be opposed
Because ever since that day,
Her heart has been bolted and locked away