My Fickle Heart
The hot and cold embers that burn and freeze my skin when thoughts of you plague my soul plays havoc and calm to my constantly fickle heart... The mended damaged chambers have long accepted your thunderous silence but continue to beat in a tumultuous repose that screams your name in between pulsations. My love, my heart was never the same when you penned your poetry on it...
-MEdeAsis-Ner