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Valentine (Locked Down) A heart that has been woken, can never go back home; with words that go unspoken, to face the world alone Lost hearts locked down, Valentine, a day eithout you near; a kindred soul dragged over time, a spirit drenched in fear Sweating 'neath a baking sun, the memory, it flies; it longs to make another run, ... cut short are its cries Clustered round a firepit, as flames climb bolder, grow; in the past, from where I sit, 'midst colder, falling snow with summer's ship long sailed, locked away' neath winter's veil; the times I tried and failed, levied, drawn and pale Thawing on the ledges, the blade, it has its needs; grasping razor's edges, to see how bad it bleeds Pooling out the borders, out of bounds, the heart, it craves; vagrant souls drift out of order, getting washed beneath the waves A desperate string of alibis, a weaving through of words; a flight of lovelorn Dragonflies, ... a murmuring of birds A glance of something sacred, stole, a glance of self belief; a chance to see you naked, whole, a chance to see beneath to strip 'neath a veneer, awed, touch canvas, "neath the paint; with guy lines far from clear, flawed, ... a spirit naive, quaint Anxious with desires drawn, drawn towards the flame; cautious through the fire's form, careful with the game Pensive in such meadows, played, preened pastures, perfect plains; getting lost in shadows, staid, as ghosts call out your name Haunting where the heart abodes, where ships have long since sailed; a meeting at the crossroads, where the tarmac meets the rails Stood upon the platforms edge, the train rolls into sight; careful with the bets we hedge, hope destinations right Seen too many speed on by, "Please stay behind the lines" carriages with plush confines, conflicted are such times Times I should have told her straight, the times she should have known; the silence that I sold her, late, in vacuums we atone I should've stopped the second night, I should've let you know; When it came to fight or flight, should not have let you go but sometimes, somethings fall in place, too fortunate, too right; stunned within a sacred space, left blinded by the light A blazing sun to tempt me, bright, when cold wings clipped, can't fly; with cupid's quiver empty, light, a bow that's strung too high Wrapped around and tied just so, a jacket straight, straps froze; but some hearts dream, just can't let go, ... what the mind already knows with pedestals set far too high, to climb, to rhyme, to scan; muted cries and alibis, so far off pitch, off plan It seems it goes unspoken, when a heart has time to roam; ... when feelings are woken, you can never go back home |