I wrote you a letter
and I wanted it to be
in your hands today
but you left swiftly
after you punched in
your departing numbers
You didn't give me a chance
I wanted to give you
an ink filled parchment
that would put me on
the road toward the vault
that holds your very heart
I want to put on a mask
and creep into it
and pull it out
I'll run away with it
in a bag that is
dripping crimson
I might set off all the alarms
but I don't care I want you to know
Wow, this is such an unusual poem about a very common topic. Great visual with the bag dripping as you run away..........what an interesting take on ''stealing'' somebody's heart! Great poem. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just like Mary I enjoyed the visual.