I put my heart into a bottle
stuffed it away. Out of me. Out of sight.
I’d grown weary of it’s whispers
nagging me through my busy hours.
It was getting harder to focus on all I needed to,
on who I needed to be
with it’s tales of dreams and hopes long forgotten,
long abandoned at the fork in the road
way back when such things were still possible.
No, it can’t be. Can’t ever be. Wont be. Not for me.
Silly stories, silly heart
Time to grow up.
At the edge of the cliff I threw the bottle into the ocean
Watched as the tides carried it away
over the horizon.
That night as I slept, the whispers came louder still
Woke up in a cold sweat feeling the hole in my chest
Empty and void.
Yet tales of better tomorrows, hopes renewed
swirled all around me.
See I had not realised that I could abandon my heart
But my heart would never abandon me.