What happens in a world where love is a commodity and we are forced to sell ourselves like products? Cut out the vulnerability, brush away the flaws, paint over our pasts and deny our mistakes. It's hard to have self worth at the same time you are forced to measure yourself on the marketplace.
Manufactured Heart
Building images that flash
Before my eyes dishonest
Trying to find a way that lasts
But I still feel a mess
Putting together words and phrases
To hold just one moment in my mind
The thought that maybe you could love
My manufactured heart
Just a fragment of your time
The little things mean more to me
Anything I can do that's convincing
Ends up being empty
I am not a product yet
Yet I struggle so to be
Sold out in the market
Sleeve holding my heart
Selling saccharin smiles in such trying times
I'd set out for sailing the stars if you would just be mine
Cast aside by these errant winds
Trapped in tired eyes
How can I know anything beyond?
The convictions of my heart?
Reason seems irrelevant
When the fire starts
These heavy words come down like waves
Particular and choked with passion
Unresolved and tossed out on these seas
The restless sailor thrashes
Building fantasies of far off futures
Before my eyes a heart of fools
Passed up by them all in phases
Eclipsed by the shadow of the moon
Pictures painted in the water
Clouds carrying the fire's final gasp
No way the colors of my spirit can stay silent
Blue, pink, red, indigo and violet
Table set for feasting
Guess I'm only scraps
Loving heart is beating
Hope nearing collapse
I have not been worthy yet
Yet I struggle to believe
That in this manufactured heart
There is a love worth salvaging
Spiraling these colors in a bright heads-up display
For less than a kiss I'd set the twilight skies ablaze
Cast aside, in a world of images
I'm just not worth saving
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