My heart for you

My heart is

used

old

and aged.

It feels as if papier-mâché shaped it,

as if the kicks of children make the heart beat

that the paint of a crazy hat gave its color

And all that it asks is the order of a tyrant

My heart

Likes to bet the value of my whole existence

it's the colour of the sunset

It has the depth of the ocean

the mystery of the pyramids.

It looks like a mirage in a storm

It feels like lost in the triangles

And calm as in the eye of a hurricane

My heart

It was never mine

Always bouncing off the hands that found it wasted by me.

Always longing for a coat in the cold of my abuse

Always wanting to find a friend to chat with for a while.

My heart

It's boring

Is romantic

And it's all you want if you hang around.

Ta.