Star Dust and Paper Hearts

March 20,2008

Deconstructed silver lining

Like tattered paper hearts

And bright eyed star dust settling

On ink stained painted wood.

Unknowingly mourning

A loss of mindset upon

Tear encrusted table tops

Scented with a musty odor.

Groping against broken glass

Bleakly streaked with sanity

Left purple as a dying a day.

The wound has hesitantly healed.

Yet still the star dust settles

My paper heart in disarray.