A Book I’ll Never Write
Poetry
By Devon D. Eaton
It seems like breaking is all the heart’s good for
And I don’t think I can take it anymore
But another crack divides my stony heart
Feel the dust as it shrouds my lungs
Too much sorrow for one so young
Now throw the final blow and watch me fall apart
I thought you loved me
I guess I should have seen
The past repeating
And known we could never have been
I was a fool to
Give my heart to you
Without a guarantee I’d get yours too
Life is a labyrinth with monsters at every turn
And our solution is to break the walls and watch it burn
But what’s left to live for when we’re through
Love is the string that guides us through the maze
Circumventing the rubble and the blaze
I thouht that it would lead me straight to you
But how could I guessed
The apathy that you possessed
As you struck the match and set the string on fire
My heart the dynamite
The fuse you set alight
Blown to pieces by the object of my desire.
