HEART IS NOT MADE OF BONES

Heart is not made of bones
and yet it breaks
Soul isn't in a place
it's somewhere lost
where are the most
Hands are for you to hold
and they're alone
Like body is for you to touch
and you forgot
No longer caring
it's going to rot
Eyes are to stare at yours
what is left to see
It blurs
Feet are to walk the road
walking with yours
They feel and float
Fingertips made to feel
your hands are cold
my fingers weak
Knees they sore
lying in the cold floor
of your land
Hair is meant to fall
to turn white
as I fade to black
Lips went dry
but they feel
like my fingertips
They dream
Head and chin up
like drowning
dying for air
Trying hard to stay up
while cheeks in your chest
they belonged there
Skin protects it all
as gravity makes it fall
it all goes down
six feet under ground
or turned to dust
Soul stays where are the most
you have been found
and remade
while I turn white
not to say old
living in the poems
made long ago
I rest like a new born
I regret not doing enough
and how time never goes back
how in your eyes
I fade to black.

17.12.2014