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One Pathetic Little Heart

 


Black and white photographs

Hanging on the wall, behind me, 

Dance at the company

Of sheer curtains. 

Fresh coffee rings on the table

Cuddle with the lacquer

crying for my attention. 

The chandelier wonder 

At the brightness of daylight, 

And my little heart 

Wonders at the lies I heard. 

I feel nauseous at how I 

Put up with all those lies. 

I'm just so tired of the notion

of truth. 

what a pathetic little heart!

What naivety and vulnerability has

Consumed you. 

You made me think I own 

the autumn, 

That I can have him all for myself 

In my private abode. 

That spurious affection was

Afterall nothing but a lie, 

And my foolish heart 

created fake scenarios, 

with every word of Autumn, 

who would give a peck on the neck, 

With a pat on the back. 

What a pathetic little heart! 

You never understood

What seasons meant, 

You never realized they belong to 

each other. 

You found it amusing to be with fall, 

In his private party, 

for you came early with excitement. 

And just like that, 

when autumn left, 

leaving the leaves and me behind, 

You still lingered around his home, 

Unable to free from the hangover

and intoxicated by the leftovers. 

What more it takes for you to 

Come to senses? 

How long does it take to make you sober? 

What spell should I chant to wake you up? 

Please wake up and walk one step forward, 

My pathetic little heart! 

A. C

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