Array ( [sid] => 186577 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Ace of Hearts [time] => 2019-09-28 22:06:33 [hometext] => [bodytext] => this is a story of goodbyes
that made room for new beginnings
and space and time that catalyzed
bigger, brighter ways of living

I dug down deep to find old roots
and I have watered them with care
so no longer will I dispute
that history can be repaired

I closed the door on the house that holds old darkness
I’ve never looked back
because the view through dirty windows is starless
I left it standing there to serve as a reminder
to never go back
we all came from somewhere that made us survivors

we are walking haunted houses
but we need not stay prisoner
or be held back by skies clouded
I know the past is sinister

the ghosts that follow fall behind
as I move on to new places
I found this golden peace of mind
here in soft and gentle graces

empty houses will slowly rot and fall apart
foundations crumble
you can’t get real love from an artificial heart
and starting over always comes in fits and starts
so you will stumble
but it’s okay; one day you’ll draw that ace of hearts [comments] => 1 [counter] => 62 [topic] => 21 [informant] => MoonlitAngel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Ace of Hearts


Ace of Hearts
Date: Saturday, 28th September 2019 @ 10:06:33 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: MoonlitAngel

this is a story of goodbyes
that made room for new beginnings
and space and time that catalyzed
bigger, brighter ways of living

I dug down deep to find old roots
and I have watered them with care
so no longer will I dispute
that history can be repaired

I closed the door on the house that holds old darkness
I’ve never looked back
because the view through dirty windows is starless
I left it standing there to serve as a reminder
to never go back
we all came from somewhere that made us survivors

we are walking haunted houses
but we need not stay prisoner
or be held back by skies clouded
I know the past is sinister

the ghosts that follow fall behind
as I move on to new places
I found this golden peace of mind
here in soft and gentle graces

empty houses will slowly rot and fall apart
foundations crumble
you can’t get real love from an artificial heart
and starting over always comes in fits and starts
so you will stumble
but it’s okay; one day you’ll draw that ace of hearts

This poem is Copyright © MoonlitAngel



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