Stolen

Stolen

 

Dylan C James

 

The heart was frosted over,

Beneath cold shards of glass,

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,

She issued none shall pass.

 

How is one supposed to feel?

Heart beaten, battered, bruised,

The lover could not help herself,

The thought of being used.

 

Love to dust, it blew away,

Winds howled and took it south,

Tears welled up, the heart it broke,

And cracked a smiling mouth.

 

Spoken words, forever yours,

Were lost to fog and mist,

It crept from an eternity,

The heart it made a fist.

 

Leave me now? How can you part?

For was the whispers lie?

She slept under the shining moon,

And asked the Lord to die.

Her pleading wishes not to be,

It’s fire to blackened ice,

Lock thy heart, take stolen key,

Oh that shall be the price.

 

So many tried to conjure up,

Stirrings in the gloom,

Men, do you not understand?

There isn’t any room.

 

Call it mad, say what you will,

Her love was carved in stone,

“Break my heart?” she sobbed in vain.

“I didn’t like your tone.”