caretaker of my heart

A BREEZE BLOWS STRONGLY THROUGH THE EMPTY CORRIDORS OF MY VACANT HEART. ITS FORMER OCCUPANT LEFT IN A HURRY. SCRAPS OF MEMORIES LIE STREWN ALL OVER THE ICEY COLD FLOOR. THE BATTERED WALLS SEEM NEAR COLLAPSE. LIKE A CONDEMNED BUILDING, IT AWAITS THE WRECKINGBALL WITH INDIFFERENCE: HOW CAN ANYONE DESTROY WHATS ALREADY RUINED? BUT YOU PROMISE TO REBUILD THE WALLS AND RESTORE THE FURNITURE, AND BRING THIS HEART TO ITS FORMER GLORY. YOU PROMISE WARMTH AND SECURITY; A FRESH START. TO REKINDLE THE FIRE IN THE FORGOTTEN FIREPLACE. SO I NOW APPOINT YOU CARETAKER. YOU MAY HAVE THE KEYS, AND LIVE HERE AS IF IT WERE YOUR OWN. STAY AS LONG AS YOU WISH! Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Jan 02 2002 01:27 AM PST   0 • 8