With An open heart
If my heart was hinged
you could come and go freely,
it would stay unlocked in welcome,
and enjoy being full of you,
it might creak a bit
for lack of use sometimes,
but what a joyous sound
it would make as you
squeaked back in for a while,
alas my heart is flesh,
and many times broken
it's chambers often empty,
it bleeds for you when
you are not there
and is often beat
into submission
by your abscence,
which makes it
not a very habitable place
for the one I love.
when I become unhinged.
