Battery

Where there is a heart

That runs on no flattery

Finds a dead battery

If the law of the universe

Relied on energy, matter, and force

What would we have?

There are few of us who

Are lucky to be secure in the love

And the latter?

If we got all we ever wanted

What would be the point

Of waking up the next day?

If my words would grant me clarity

I'd write every day

And overpass my vanity

This battery of mine

Is no longer fine

Why is this always the line?

For a heart

That lives on no flattery

Is a dead battery.

Blackboard

You wrote me out on a board

You put my name

You put my number

Written on the board

I was there . . .

A second later you grabbed the erasure

You held it in your hand

You started moving rigorously on the board

You rubbed me out

Quickly, you erased me

I was there . . .

I just trailed along

When you started erasing

Heartbreak

Now I am erased, gone

You have rubbed the blackboard clean