What Is It?

Is it her eyes?
Is it her face?
or maybe, just maybe
its her un-yielding grace
no
it is not any of these things
the thing that makes me love her
well, its her heart

And I had hoped
that after she destroyed mine
and he tore hers apart
together, we could piece together each heart
but No
She chases him
and I after her
I know what will happen
I have seen it before.
He looks at her heart
then throws it to the floor
I rush to her aid,
pick up her heart,
brush of the dirt,
present it to her,
and hope that something will start

~~~~~~~~~ending #1~~~~~~~~~~~~
She grabs it nonchalantly
turns and runs after him.
I scream "How have I wronged you!?"
But my words escape with the wind
I fall to my knees
I find my heart smashed on the ground
I pick it up
put it together
brush it off
place it in a safe
then secure the lock
I shall never trifle with love again
For it never works out in the end

~~~~~~~~~~~ending #2~~~~~~~~~

She sees me holding her heart
suddenly I see what she has known from the start
she reaches in her pocket
and pulls our my heart
un-damaged
un-scathed
I see my reflection in her tear-strained eyes
But then I see more
I hold out her heart
she holds out mine
this is how it shall stay
until the end of time.










--kc

by wwwdotcom
posted on 03/21/2008