Heart in a Jar on a Shelf
I've got my heart in a jar on a shelf
It sure didn't get there by itself
I've put it there so you can't steal it
I sure would miss it but i won't feel it
If it gets dirty, I'll just take it out
a pure healthy lifestyle without a doubt
Polish it up with warm turpentine
let it cool down in a glass of red wine
There's something about this hole in my chest
It itches, it talks, it won't give me some rest
It says to me: "Fill me with stone! Fill me with stone"
Talks like every one else with muscle and bone
I keep my heart locked up, just for safe keeping
I'm counting the tears that my brain is weeping
Mysterious are the ways, isn't that sweet?
Still I'm relying on this piece of meat
What if it lies?! What if it knows it?!
At least I know where I got it
Poetry by TheLine
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Written on 2007-04-17 at 02:52
Tags Mysterious  Dark  Life 
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