Treasure Island

Iris Mista

(Bolsward)

A heart of stone


Being lonely is not so bad
with that stone in my heart
without being so sad
and empty, every day I start

Slowly it crumbles away
and makes me feel my loss
I want that stone to stay
not living the day by a toss

Why should my eyes ever see
my tongue ever taste
Why should I even be
my life is nothing than waste

Walking through a colorful field
seeing the beauty of life
without my stone, my shield
nothing left to strive

Living in loneliness and pain
with a burning living heart
life will never be the same
forever alienated and apart

I wish I could return
and live my heart of stone
without feelings that burn
not even aware I am alone

But it crumbles away
for again my heart breaks
I can not let it stay
because feeling is all it takes

July 8,2013

Submitted: Monday, April 07, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 07, 2014

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