...you are the prince of charm
destruction is your art
you only play my love
to be the king of hearts
...and we go
and we go
and we
go...
I wonder just how many
you have
in your collection
Is mine even front and center?
Is it still beating?
Can you hear it
throbbing
in your drawer
for release
while you lay in bed
at night?
Would you ever hold it?
Look at it?
Study it?
Speak with it?
Learn to love it?
Or do you simply
steal them away
locking them deep
deep
deep
in that dim cave
to never be heard or felt
ever again?
