modern day lovestory
i went to the tailor to get my heart stitched
as it had been toyed with and tossed
and with a jagged edge it was ripped.
the tailor, she said to me,
how much sadder can you be?
with an open heart and a pair of soulless eyes
the cold will seal you shut from the inside.
and so she got to knitting and as she did,
she put a button on my heart’s only tip
and made me promise that if it would ever rip
back to the tailor’s i’d have a trip.
and as one would expect some trips did i have,
to the tailor who’d stitch me up real fast,
though each time i left she’d always say
to come back eventually another day.
sadly, time passed, and so did she,
and i came to her grave in misery.
now my heart is beyond repair
and is stuffed with but
the winter air.