alissa
11-05-2003, 10:52 PM
i saw a broken heart today
it was carved into a tree
the bleeding bark seemed to say
this is not how yours will be
i pressed my hand against it
holding its newest scar
knowing every aching slit
remembered a heart that someone marred
the empty chasm left to bleed
left to get lost in what it never could be
and standing there, I put my hand on my chest
refusing to let my own heart regress
into the carvings on an innocent tree
a makeshift grave of memories
it was carved into a tree
the bleeding bark seemed to say
this is not how yours will be
i pressed my hand against it
holding its newest scar
knowing every aching slit
remembered a heart that someone marred
the empty chasm left to bleed
left to get lost in what it never could be
and standing there, I put my hand on my chest
refusing to let my own heart regress
into the carvings on an innocent tree
a makeshift grave of memories