Tin Heart
Posted on 19. Jun, 2008 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Loss
Tinman
When I was whole,
Like the audience who laughs at me,
I was perfect.
The heart I had wasn’t faulty,
Merely happy in a world of hope.
That I would lose.
My place in life,
Was never to be complete.
Just knowing I was lacking.
The body I would live with,
Held by only a futile, desperate desire
To be the thing I could never be again
~A personal quote~
To dream in the brilliance of life.
Is to realize that each breath may never come.