Daniel Warner

(8-4-95- -Y2K / Fresno, CA)

Heartless


You never told me
to take care
because now I see
your heart was never there.

I met you
and thought to myself
that I could love you, too,
but you only cared about yourself.

I looked for your heart
your soul,
but could find nothing in the start,
but a single lump of coal.

So I looked
and looked
still nothing came,
but a hole of complete darkness
and the thought of me being the blame.

I tried even looking onward;
past this dreadful shrew,
but I was only looking toward
a heart that never grew.

I cannot leave her
I lie to you not
because I know I'm the cure
to this heartless plot.

Then I began
to find a lost cause
because to infect my heart was your plan
I still lie to you not,
but now I lay my head to rest
and my heart begins to rot.

Submitted: Saturday, May 05, 2012
Edited: Saturday, May 05, 2012

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