I stole a splinter from your heart.
For being numb,
you barely noticed
So I took as well
A tiny fragment.
I hid the theft
'Neath my muse.
When my muse
had twirled it through
its tainted fingers
It carried it back
To you
In pathetic prose.
The shadow of my heart
hitched a ride
On your ego
How did a shadow lifted
Darken my heart?
Do you still bask
in it's shade
With a splinter
and a fragment
from your heart
Singing amongst
pitiful prose?
The shadow of my heart hitched a ride On your ego , , , wonderful lines , , ,
It was a nice reading. I loved this part and yes it's elusive. I hid the theft 'Neath my muse. When my muse had twirled it through its tainted fingers It carried it back To you In pathetic prose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sigh.....your poems are as multi dimensional as you are. Love this one xxx