My Heart
My Heart
My heart lies on the shelf collecting dust
Like an old book which has been read then left untouched
Holds stories and tales of romance so true
And of heartbreak and tears and remnants of you
Should I take it down and wipe it clean
Maybe it could do with some sheen
The sheen of new love ..a new story written
Where I am not shy even if twice bitten
But then I think and I think hard
Maybe love is not on my cards
And I have to move along and follow my passion
Make that my grand obsession
And the idea rings clear and true
For not always do we need love anew
So I take my heart and place it on the shelf to gather dust
Like the old book that has been untouched....