a black heart is dying.
an old deck’s awash with blood.
afore you send me away
look back to that day.
i opened my chest
a hinge creaked as i did.
to show you that love
that love that i kept.
it grew pale in the dark
but you showed it the sun.
afore you send me away
look back to that day.
No Tall Stories 
July 14th, 2012 at 10:00 pm
This is beautiful Tim! It genuinely touched me. I love it!
July 19th, 2012 at 8:14 pm
Deep… lovely
August 25th, 2012 at 4:51 am
Love the rolling rhythm – like waves – and the repetition of ‘afore you send me away’ reminds me of a sea shanty, for some reason… fantastic stuff
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