Death of a Heart

by Crown

As the moon hangs over
the black, dead world,
It holds a lively secret,
like a rose yet unfurled

A figure steals through the night
stealing away to his love.
He stops at the entrance
to Hell or Heaven above

A door is all that stands
between him and his destiny.
He goes to knock,
but is stopped be something shiny.

He�s seen that car before,
it�s owner is his most hated.
But what can he be doing here,
at the dwelling of his most beloved.

Can it be that he must
once again be robbed,
By this ungrateful, idiotic,
overly proud snob?

It can not be
it is just cruel fate,
That they are studying,
and not out on a date.

And so he believes his words,
and the hope it brings,
He pushes the doorbell
and he makes it ring.

Ring! the bell goes,
Ring! breaks the heart of steal.
He waits, the doorknob turns,
his head begins to reel.

�I shouldn�t have come here,
I should have known,�
he thinks to himself,
�I should leave her alone.�

The door begins to open,
seconds turn to years.
Standing alone with Anxiety,
it�s claws create his fears.

�Hi,� he says stupidly,
�My name is Steve.
We know each other from school,
in art class with Ms. Eve.�

�Quickly, you fool� he thinks,
�before she has time to hate you.�
He builds up the courage
and finally says, �I love you.�

�That�s great,� she said,
�I�m very flattered.
But I don�t have any feelings for you.�
And there his heart shattered

He nods his acknowledgment,
and steps away from the door.
�I am very sorry for bothering you,
it will not happen any more.�

The moon is covered by clouds,
the stars are no longer shining.
For somewhere in the unfeeling dark,
a young man�s heart is dying.