The day my heart sang.

Well that day, my heart sang
and so did I.
But what if hearts really did
have mouths,
and when we opened them
blood fell out.
Red, staining the carpet, which
is rather similar
to what actually did happen
that Thursday.
And I never really got around
to cleaning it up.
Thank goodness it was paint,
and my clumsy
singing and dancing,
will never
have serious consequences.