What Makes Your Heart Beat?

 
When your heart breaks
does it break for love?
or burst with joy?

Does it break with truth?
Or does it shatter from a lie
hissed through gnashing teeth?

When your heart aches
does it ache with all the joy
that you can never contain?

When it hurts, does it hurt
from the pain you caused yourself
from what you should not endure?

When your heart melts
does it melt with warm love?
or from hot hate burning through?

When your heart burns
does it burn with life, as it should?
or with or from deep seeded fear?

How does your heart break?
Why does your skip a beat?
How does your heart burn?

A heart is brought to full life
with overflowing joy
and life is long and full

But a heart that is burdened
senselessly, constantly, without reason
will surely be crushed, and fail soon after...

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009

Love's Curse? or Spell?

  
There is a story
for my heart was writ
A story of love, heroism
A life only I could fit

My heart knows too well
what I'm meant to be
how I'm meant to dwell

So how could it be?
A love i don't give, taken
That once love's spell,
Now others do break it

My heart aches
for I know I'm not there
and I know you're not right

When I live as I should
my heart takes flight
I want to let my life soar!

With open wings, to be free
free to live adventure, to explore
but with you i find
my wings are clipped....

With them my heart grows heavy
and my wings grow weak
my heart is numb; my spirit, meek

Oh the control that rules!
See manipulations tolls
my heart yearns  for a life well lived
words well spoken, and love to give

But my soul grows weary
and my words are now few
in my heart breathe life
or I must bid you adieu....

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009

Winter Memories...

  
My heart,
my love,
Today the tree went up
and my heart came alight
I love you so dear,
I miss you so much
I wish you were here-
If only your heart were such

The scent of your soap
turned my heart to a faucet
As I lathered my small hands
I remembered yours, so strong
as I breathed in your scent
my mind, transported
I loved you so
move on my heart, forget,
but I miss you once again

It is the season we met
falling in love in the winter air
sweet christmas conversations
late into the night
falling asleep to your sweet words
I swore I'd get over you
and yet my heart has not since
loved.... nor trusted
my heart is bound
by impending winter memories

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009

Damsel

 
I had high hopes
that you might be
my knight in shining armor
My prince charming
riding on your noble steed
or at least a handsome prince
who would care for this
princess' fragile heart

But nay, you were not
You were but a knight
seeking adventure,
seeking a damsel to save
and once I had been saved
you were off once again
seeking another adventure

Just when I thought
you had gone for good
I landed in distress anew.
In the moment I found
myself under duress
You rescued me
You came in the midst
of my distress,
all but to rescue my heart

Now my heart is glad,
for though you love me not,
you came quick to my side
and rescued me from woe!
You found me walking barefoot,
from the midst of wretchedness,
and lifted me, bleeding and broken,
onto your horse, and tended to me
You wrenched me from dragon's claw
and dragged me from his fiery lair
and brought me to still waters

So my darling prince
though you love me not
and though I neither seek return
nor long for your care
My heart is ever grateful
That twice, nay thrice!
you have thus rescued me
I incline my head to you,
my dear sir knight,
you have my respect
and a place in memory
as you go on your way
seeking more adventure

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009

Get It All Out

 
In my heart
is a spot, a blot
that wants to be rubbed out

In my soul
is an ache, a mistake
that wants to be smoked out

In my spirit
Is a weight, ill-fate
that threatens to drown me out

My heart grates so heavy,
and I feel like such a fool-
all the weight of stupidity
pulling on my hair,
kicking me in the teeth,
knocking intelligent wind
from my lungs
so that no word spake
could pass my teeth
in a way to be understood-
least not by love-drunk dolts

My mind races til it aches
with memories of ill-advised
gut-grating actions that only
led into farther infatuations
or less lady-like behavior
as I tried my best to remain
sober in mind and spirit
though my tongue seemed
as inebriated, and my body
as befuddled by love
beyond what i knew possible

In my soul
I agonize in pain, in vain
I yearn for a way to drive it all out

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009