Monday, June 24, 2013

The Bottle

The Bottle 06-24-2013

Over the years, my heart has broken
Shattered into countless pieces
Grains of sand was all that remained
I stood alone while the beating ceases

Accepting my end, embracing the dark
Thinking the final steak to my heart
Had come to pass, with which I must part
I closed my eyes to let the finale start

He came to me out of the blue
My savior, my prince, my perfect
He swept up the shards, collected them all
The wonderful awesome, the absolute clicked

He put them all in a heart shaped bottle
He held it close to his own vessel
He said it would never again jostle
As our love, in his bosom, would forever nestle

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