These Lines

Witty puns, cynical jibes, sarcastic lines.

They flow forth with casual ease, these rhymes.

Of evil humour and charming wit, O Tongue.

With words soft and meanings strong.

 

But a heart as cold as ice.

Reflected in those glittering eyes.

No warmth sits upon this breath.

That part of a soul bereft.

 

And every line a veil

To hide a lovelorn tale.

Of a heart so shattered

That it lost all that mattered.