My heart

I’d like my heart back please,although it’s old and batteredcertainly is no piece of designer wear.While it still beats I need to put it backwhere it belongs and heal the tears.I’d like my heart back please& that piece of soulyou’ve been using as a spareto buoy you up, to fill your stepdrive the motor of desire.I’d like my heart back pleaseyours I returned,(a narcissistic shade of red,)some time ago…..but you didn’t seem to notice.I’d like my heart back pleaseif it’s not too late I want to finda sacred place to keep it safe,& will promise faithfully to methat it won’t see the light of love againuntil I’m free.