Shall I throw pennies in a well,
making magic wishes?
or shall I toss my dreams
upon a falling blue star?
Should I see a fourtune teller,
offer her my palm,
watch her deal a deck of
brightly coloured cards?
I think I have an issue,
a problem if you will.
My heart is faltering
and there is nothing I can do.
Beat. Miss a beat,
then miss a beat again.
I need to know my fate
before it gets any worse.
I need to know if I will die,
or will I get threw the worst.
People claim to have broken hearts,
but mine just won't work.
The machine is hardly beating anymore
and I am starting to come to terms.
I have written a will and testiment,
said all of my good byes.
Tonight my heart will beat it's last,
and I will surely die.
I can not be called a widow,
neither can I a bride
so when I pass whilst sleeping,
I will be as I have been all my life.
Alone.
