Put Your Hand on my Heart…feel that…It’s real
My tongue feels rain fall gently upon it
As my heart beats to the tune of Three Years Later
I feel your faint touch upon my face
as you
softly whisper
the lyrics in my ear
You place your mushrooms upon my tongue
I swallow
I allow them to take hold of my beating heart
You left me
Standing alone in the rain
I wash my hair to cleanse myself of you
But it’s no good-my music man comes strumming back.
I’m pulled back in by your Slytherin tongue
Wandering aimlessly, I foolishly take your mushrooms again
My heart inflates like a balloon
But alas the “hen” tells me the truth
Foxes brush their teeth with axes
The same axes that cut your mushrooms-
the same ones coursed through my blood stream moments earlier
My heart shrinks to the size of a small stone pebble
The words you left me with are nothing more than a tail-
A tail that I hang myself with every time I eat your mushrooms.
