Your twisted heart

Aa Harvey

Your twisted heart

 

 

Things fall into place. 

Wait long enough for love to arrive and things fall into place.

Brick by brick, fountains are made.

Building a future of titanium before the grave.

Happy days are back again.

Make no mistake.

I am happy when it rains,

But I live in the rain, so that is ok.

 

 

Meteors may crash into Earth,

And once more I shall rip up out of the dirt.

You cannot predict the weather; never mind the change.

Things remain and in time we are rearranged.

Through all the hurt I will continue.

Nothing remains when we are through,

But the ripple effect of who we were;

Changing worlds.  I will find her.

 

 

Thanks for the memories; gone to never.

Nevertheless, always more to give.

A true bond is never severed.

I am just a boy who wants love to live.

All things change and this new day,

They will continue their affairs until they are grey and replaced.

The list of rejections grows with age,

Until you’re nothing to see;

Live it your way, or hide away.

 

 

Natural selection; self-inspection.

Show your true face and become replaced

And replicated and reproduced,

Until the mold is in ruins,

And there is nothing left of you.

Inside I just feel used.

 

 

Leave them to their searches.

Adultery deserves it.

Younger version, fading wishes.

This love you claim is covered in stitches.

This twisted mess of a head began with pain,

And that is how this will end;

But faces change, as we age and the mind continues.

Back at the beginning, only time to spend.

The mind grows, until it goes;

It flexes and becomes a new place for sorrow.

 

 

No matter what you may do or say,

Still the love remains.

 

 

(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

  • Author: Aa Harvey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 8th, 2019 03:36
  • Category: Love
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Comments1

  • kevin browne

    An honest tale told through the eyes of distraction and a distraced mind trying to catch up with the thought od actually everything may turn ot okay in the end, This one pulls the reader in unable to stop re-reading it over and over to discover the real you...



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