This Heart For Sale

by

Brbadpenny

What happened to my Heart? It was here a while ago.
I seen it leave and it never returned.
It's somewhere trapped in the front seat of someone's life.
It has put himself up for sale.
My Heart seems to be of no one's concern.
My Heart sits in the rain on the curb reading a letter that says goodbye.
My Heart has been told to go away so many times that it's afraid to come back.
My Heart was seen leaving the Theatre alone. Hands in his pockets, shirt collar up inconspicuously shuffling under the marquee trying not to be noticed.
My Heart was caught lying, handed out as a door prize, lost in a card game, forgotten in the isolation booth, left behind at the carnival and promised but was never delivered.
My Heart has been dangled in front of a mob of torch carrying villagers hunting down a murderous wolf in a European town during a fog induced night.
My Heart was placed in a lineup and suspiciously asked to turn left, turn right over and over. Nervously watching as all of the other Hearts were excused one by one.
My Heart escaped at midnight and slipped past the guards disguised as a Heart that was wanted and loved.
My Heart was in drunken fist fight at a downtown bar with an arrogant Poet arguing over the ignorance of machoism.
My Heart was shot out of a cannon to the amusement of paying customers and given a standing ovation when it hit the bullseye.
My Heart makes too many mistakes.
My Heart caught the last train, was caught cheating, was the last one picked to play, the first one to lose, was the least likely to fall in love and the least expected to leave in one piece.
My Heart was last seen standing outside a Cantina in Mexico City panhandling and crooning eleven choruses of Besame Mucho as Bullfighters and dust bowl Senoritas tossed nickels and dimes into an open guitar case.
My Heart has retracted his story so many times that he can't possibly tell the truth anymore.
My Heart gives himself up too easily.
My Heart has caught fire, was caught sleeping, caught stealing, called in sick, called for help, was recalled, recapped, remodeled, reinstated, understated and misunderstood.
My Heart is wanted for questioning by a Sam Spade detective lookalike character who pulls up with a classic bubble headed blonde in the front seat fixing her make-up in the rear view mirror of a 1961 El Camino convertible.
My Heart has never been away from home this long.
My Heart was under house arrest and slipped down the drain pipe and was heard running through the streets crying into the night.
My Heart is considered dangerously romantic and capable of breaking other Hearts at anytime.
My Heart hasn't been seen since last Thursday.
If you want I'll make sure that My Heart never bothers you again.
But if you see My Heart please send it back to me it can't possibly survive too much longer on his own..

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Old Fred the sugar daddy
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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