Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

My very own queen of hearts


So you want to kiss the sun and stars
And break a thousand lovers’ hearts.
Shuffle them as if they were a deck of cards…
And you were their only queen of hearts.

But it’s a pleasant surprise, which sustains-
Even now my eyes, whenever I see you - alone.
It’s as if the universe held all the aces…
And you were made of acid rain sand stone.

So you’re rude, corrosive, and even one day
Even you’ll need a facelift to fix your frowning.
So the mirror says you’re beautiful infectious…
But wasn’t it he who hid hiding,
A dishonest misdemeanor—telling yeah
The world and all the souls of the world loved you.

So you want to kiss the sun and stars
And break a thousand more lovers’ hearts.
Shuffle them as if they were a deck of cards…
And you were their only queen of hearts.

But baby isn’t it time, all those young men
Who lost their poor minds?
Saw through your nail polished lacquered lies,

So you’re rude and corrosive, but I’ve
Still got time for you baby, when you’re alone.
Because I’m as shallow as are you!
And of course you are still oh so, beautiful…

So shuffle our futures…
Shuffle them as if they were a deck of cards…
And you were my only queen of hearts
My very own queen of hearts…

Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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