Faded hearts drawn in chalk on the walls of yesterday

The essence of every word I never got to say

Inside the woven silk of lost and broken memories

Lost dreams are visible, there for us to sieze

Under the wings of the Magpie, a shadow across my heart

Words stick inside icicle tears, tearing me apart

Disappear just like the hearts of chalk, painted badge of desire

I vanish inside the smoke of this emotional funeral pyre.

Matt Earl 2018