Post by Queen of Rain on Dec 15, 2005 14:13:34 GMT -8
She wasn’t old
when she started to come home,
with a broken heart
as a charter trip souvenir
Yet when naivity,
got out of fashion
She would instead talk about adventures
And how they all meant nothing
(to her soft plastic heart)
And many they didn’t,
no many they didn’t
nameless faces, anonymous passion
many didn’t, that was true
But blood still pumped
Plastic Heart
And every year
She kept her eyes open wide
For this Don Juan she could not just forget
In every singles paradise
she kissed brown eyes,
but none had his passion
None had eyes like chocolate
Then quite by mistake, she one day stumbled
across his name
realizing, he had been gone for years
Plastic Heart
Had spent years silently looking,
for someone who wasn’t there
Yes, my dear,
He had told you to follow your heart.
Waking up next to another lover again,
you silently wonder
where it got lost.
Yes, where did it go, Plastic Heart?
