her heart

her heart
so fragile, it's like a rosy petal
a dreamy velvet, a delicate red
loved without a doubt
torn without a hitch
-it's like a curse, this heart of hers

her heart
so neat, like death itself
hope draping it like a shroud
hiding the scars beneath
from the eyes that admired
and those which didn't
- it's like a curse, this heart of hers

oh, her heart
so kind, it's like morphine in pain
just a bounty to some
else, a naivety to others
- it's like a curse, this heart of hers

a treasure indeed, a heart of gold
stolen and used like any treasure ever
what's left behind is a cursed coffer
hollow from within
hollow for ever

~ Fia, the busy bee