Her Heart

Her soul is new, a few seconds born. Her heart is full, until it’s torn. 

Beneath a bridge a day old, Her mother leaves, as she’s later told.

Though half of Her heart left too, a year passes and she’s been renewed.

A mother and father extend their heart. Her’s is full, until it’s torn a part. 

Young and naive, she could not wait. Her first kiss was waisted, one night too late.

Seasons change as she counts the kisses she gave away. Her heart now empty, because nobody stayed. Persistence and grace keeps Her alive. She fights this longing to die. She overcomes this guilt and shame, when she was never the only one to blame.

A moment more, she met his eyes. She fell in love with lovely lies. Her heart was full, but not for long. One call, one night, he killed her song. She trusts so many with the pieces that are broken. They carry them off as tokens. The morning came, her heart absent and numb. She felt abandoned, exhausted, and done. Something changed, something flickered. A piece of life was left within her. She returned the piece to the hands where it belonged. He restored her strength, He restored Her song. Her heart alive, she chases her dreams. Her heart is full, forever she sings.