short poems – Oceans of Mine

Lionheart

You might not want to look at me

In the way that stole my heart,

But he does.

And he intends to steal my heart back,

To place it back in my chest

So I can live and love again.

We all have secrets we don’t tell each other:

Mine usually start with “I love you”
And spill like starlight from my eyes;

Yours usually start with “I want you”
And spill like the tides from your skin.