1 Heart Divided by 2

 1 Heart Divided by 2

 

You are sick, you are wasting.

Call me 1 Angel, if you want,

But we’ve been 2 burnt before.

Call me 1 Angel, if you wish:

Call it as it is, 1-1 score draw.

 

For 1 heart shared, lived by 2,

must not beat against the other,

must not be divided by lovers

because parted, 2 surely suffer.

 

You are sick, you roses withering,

sticking 1 in sticky wedding finger

brass, 2 semi-love a churning ring.

Parting wet petals in compromise,

2 shed in thorny crowned sting.

 

For 2 sharing 1 heart paired,

must not turn 1 against the other,

must never divide 1 by 1 by lover,

because 1 split, 2 certain suffer.

 

You are sick, wax to waning,

the roses there do fade 2 fast

in heart burn. See 1 unchaining,

shearing wick, dripping 2 its last

guttering, and 1 candle slashed.

 

For 2 holding 1 heart in 2 hands,

must not fold 2 grow forever cold,

must not cut 1 cord, snuff 1 beat,

killing 2 birds dead with 1 stone.

 

I 2 am sick, I 2 am wasting.

I call 2 Angels, but Angel down,

and 1 heart dies for lack of you.

Call me 1 Angel, if you wish,

but heart attacked will not save 2.

Your 1 plus 1 plus 1 year of pain,

then do all of it 2 us over again,

1 holds 1 hand out, 1 fading hero,

half minus half heart leaves only 0.