There’s a girl
on the corner in a long black coat
That covers the
hole from her gut to her throat.
I wouldn’t have
noticed, I would have passes by,
But the pain
that I saw she spoke with her eyes.
“They say I am forsaken,
broken and lost.”
She carries her
heart in a cardboard box.
Her voice was
like moonlight, disturbingly sweet,
“May I ask you a
question? “
My heart skipped
a beat.
What seized me
with pain was a ghost from the past,
I knew with whom
she spoke
I would be the
last.
“Someday for
this kindness a debt will be paid”,
Her icy fingers
on my cheek she gently did lay.
“If I ask you to
choose between me and a lie,
Would you give
me your heart or leave me to die?”
A tear silently
fell: her voice was quite weak,
Leaving a trail
of blood down her cheek.
“If I said I
choose you. Would your sorrow be gone?
Would it give
you the strength and courage to go on?”
“Alas, there’s
no heart in my breast to keep beating,
It’s my soul the
after-life needs to be greeting.”
For a girl long
ago and this sorrowful wretch,
I placed her
cold hand over the warmth in my chest.
At that moment,
she shimmered, and drifted away,
Rest in peace for a beauty that died on this day
The eerie night
whispers: the wind sings a son
You have now
been forgiven
by the one you had wronged.
Who weeps for
me, the girl with no heart?
Will you dance
in the darkness or tear me apart?
Promise me love
and tell me you care,
Rescue me from
my heart-wrenching nightmare.
Who weeps for an
angel that fell far from grace?
Will you give me
a kiss?
Wipe the blood
from my face?
Who lays their battered
hand on her cold carved stone?
Resting warm
flesh above her sweet bones.
Who cries for
the wretched finally at peace?
Who gave a damn
when her breath
Finally did
cease?
He once said he
loved her: once gave her his heart.
Does he regret
her madness in which he had part?
Who cries for
the weeping Angel?
Buried,
Dead,
and
Gone.
She’ll whisper
in your ear if you sing her a song.
Laura Chowanski 1/26/2011
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