Pieces

There is told a tale of a fetching belle,
Who lived on a mountain under a spell
Cast on her heart before she could recall,
Scattering it to pieces way too small.
She ever felt lonely and set apart,
For who loves one with a hole for a heart?
But this spell was not without a loophole.
One kiss of true love, and she could be whole.
It began one day as she was at school.
The first piece appeared right out of the blue,
In the glinting eye of a handsome lad,
Stirring feelings she didn’t know she had.
As quick as that happened, the next piece fell
When at his voice she heard sweet sounding bells.
Piece number three came one night at a meal
When the tab for food from him she did steal.
So piece after piece fit back into place,
As the love between them picked up the pace.
Only one thing left there was that remained,
One kiss of true love to make whole again.
Then one morn he roused her from her slumber
And brought her a present like no other.
For locked in his own heart was the last part
Needed to complete the fetching belle’s heart.
With a kiss and a hug, all became well
Her heart became whole as love broke the spell.

– Written for my amazing wife

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I Could Not Breathe

All at once time stopped and the air stood still
My heart raced my body shivered with chill.

The sound shattered the world into pieces
Blinding me I could not even find Jesus.

One single word has brought me so much dread
Instantly draining my face to fall dead.

Sapping all my strength and making me weak
Bleeding the world turning everything bleak.

I could not breathe everything closing in
I felt used, a fool, betrayed, and chagrin.

I wanted to leave I wanted to run
Save one voice echoing we’re not done.

– Written for Brian and Nichole