Another Poem that i wrote yesterday
The Plum Heart
“…Here, take my heart…”
Words long forgotten, cursed them I say…
And below they shall go accompanied by your presence
Oh, curse both of them I declare
Anger dripping form my tongue
Curse both of them
Curse,
for the cure
of this pain is delayed
You took my heart with such a delicacy at first, and then plundered it,
Abandoned it,
and all that remains is a plum
for the heart that was once a crimson sweet apple,
Nothing more that a battered, bitter dead purple plum,
the one you destroyed with constancy and clever scheming,
Oh, you had a wonderful time, taking ferocious bites of this plum,
Leaving nothing but angered, indignant, insulted, juicy blood behind,
How dare you?
How, can you commit such a crime?
With each bite your fangs grew,
Wilder and wilder your eyes turn,
Red pupils matching the color of the dripping blood,
of my desolated heart,
And your hair, whiter with ever cruel act you committed, blanker,
decreasing with each second,
Until nothing was left but a bold head, above a
Wrinkled mad face, red pupils, and vampire fangs,
Murderer,
Murderer,
MURDERER!
Murderer of this heart
that in past times,
Thumped with anxiety, love, sorrow, annoyance…
MURDERER,
you have left a bitter juice
from the once sweet,
Sole, precious sap that flowed from my heart.
For the crime you’ve committed,
I curse you, for that your forevermore meet
Only those who had the same crime imprinted in they’re heart,
Heart?
HEART?
All you have in that casket is a stone,
Cold as ice,
Shallow as glass,
Gray as death,
No emotion whatsoever,
Murderer…
However damage you have done to this plum,
it keeps beating,
in the center of its seed,
there is still sugared life,
Beating gradually,
Very gradually,
and in some corners of this dead plum,
you shall find a delicious corner,
Fragrant and sweet as never before,
Waiting to find the lips
that will separate its joy from the sorrows
Suffered in the past.
There it waits with apprehension,
it cannot see the day where it will be free,
this corner of delightful texture,
Awaits with hope,
That someday,
An unknown individual
will free it from the haunting memories.
This Plum Heart waits with the hope
to observe the shining glitter
Of a bright, summer day.
Irregardless of the time that passes by,
The years that might kill this plum,
Decomposing acridly the delicious corner,
The hope will never vanish,
The hope
Will never vanish,
For the plum heart knows,
those lips will find the enchanting corner,
And freedom will arrive.
“…Here, take my heart…”
Words long forgotten, cursed them I say…
And below they shall go accompanied by your presence
Oh, curse both of them I declare
Anger dripping form my tongue
Curse both of them
Curse,
for the cure
of this pain is delayed
You took my heart with such a delicacy at first, and then plundered it,
Abandoned it,
and all that remains is a plum
for the heart that was once a crimson sweet apple,
Nothing more that a battered, bitter dead purple plum,
the one you destroyed with constancy and clever scheming,
Oh, you had a wonderful time, taking ferocious bites of this plum,
Leaving nothing but angered, indignant, insulted, juicy blood behind,
How dare you?
How, can you commit such a crime?
With each bite your fangs grew,
Wilder and wilder your eyes turn,
Red pupils matching the color of the dripping blood,
of my desolated heart,
And your hair, whiter with ever cruel act you committed, blanker,
decreasing with each second,
Until nothing was left but a bold head, above a
Wrinkled mad face, red pupils, and vampire fangs,
Murderer,
Murderer,
MURDERER!
Murderer of this heart
that in past times,
Thumped with anxiety, love, sorrow, annoyance…
MURDERER,
you have left a bitter juice
from the once sweet,
Sole, precious sap that flowed from my heart.
For the crime you’ve committed,
I curse you, for that your forevermore meet
Only those who had the same crime imprinted in they’re heart,
Heart?
HEART?
All you have in that casket is a stone,
Cold as ice,
Shallow as glass,
Gray as death,
No emotion whatsoever,
Murderer…
However damage you have done to this plum,
it keeps beating,
in the center of its seed,
there is still sugared life,
Beating gradually,
Very gradually,
and in some corners of this dead plum,
you shall find a delicious corner,
Fragrant and sweet as never before,
Waiting to find the lips
that will separate its joy from the sorrows
Suffered in the past.
There it waits with apprehension,
it cannot see the day where it will be free,
this corner of delightful texture,
Awaits with hope,
That someday,
An unknown individual
will free it from the haunting memories.
This Plum Heart waits with the hope
to observe the shining glitter
Of a bright, summer day.
Irregardless of the time that passes by,
The years that might kill this plum,
Decomposing acridly the delicious corner,
The hope will never vanish,
The hope
Will never vanish,
For the plum heart knows,
those lips will find the enchanting corner,
And freedom will arrive.