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One Warm Heart to Live
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A poem from the Encounters With Love section of my book, Phenomenally Me.
poetry spoken word lyrical mic floetry
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Ophelia Brown is a poet who likes to marry music with words. She writes mostly free verse.
Song Info
Genre
Podcasts Poetry
Charts
Peak #43
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
Sarah Heidelberg
Rights
Publish America, 2010
Uploaded
June 03, 2010
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MP3 2.2 MB 128 kbps 2:22
Story behind the song
Written about the one that got away. You can't be afraid to take chances in love.
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One Warm Heart to Live I used to eat hearts, Wrap them in tortilla spheres, douse them with salsa And devour them and their cold blood in one sitting. I think I did this because dancing with the wrong Chico de amante (hombre) for too long made me bitter And my soul hungry for revenge. The more I ate, the better I would feel. I could get a warm feeling from eating many cold hearts a year and never feel bada?? That is until I started getting chillsa?? Oh, the saint! I would get them when the saintly apparition took me by the hand, Lead me to small cafes and cozy couches I, looking into the eyes of this saint and touching his pilgrim hands felt warm at once. I felt he was melting my cold, cold heart but I couldna??t be certain So I asked him to touch it and see what he felt And he said he could tell I am warm and juicy, So I let him pierce me in the Corazon and drink out of my essence daily. He would drink of my heart and I would sip from his brain Because that was the juiciest part of him. The connection was instant and lasted so long that The juices soon coursed through both our bodies. I wasna??t content though, I wanted more. He had my heart, I had his mind, but I still wanted morea?? Too afraid to tell him I needed his warm, warm heart, I fled to an old soul and hid for some time. After I tried to scavenge the scraps from my past And offer the old soul my heart, Refused, I returned to this new life, this new chance, this new heart that was unlike any other and warm. But he had found a new play thing and I was left destitute and hungry again. If ever I knew that such warmth could die from not being Satisfied with my diet, If ever I knew that I could die in the bitter cold, I would have forever stayed in communion with the saint Because he tasted my heart and soul when I had one. It burst when he gave his promise to her. And now I ask myself, why is it, in love, you can never go back?
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