I stole a splinter from your heart.
For being numb,
you barely noticed
So I took as well
A tiny fragment.
I hid the theft
'Neath my muse.
When my muse
had twirled it through
its tainted fingers
It carried it back
To you
In pathetic prose.
The shadow of my heart
hitched a ride
On your ego
How did a shadow lifted
Darken my heart?
Do you still bask
in it's shade
With a splinter
and a fragment
from your heart
Singing amongst
pitiful prose?