Burn the Felt Heart

Needle felt heart,

Pinned oh so many times.

Pricked and strained,

Stitched again,

Shaped into what it

Needs to be. To be seen

As perfect representation

Of undying adoration.

Until brought to a flame

And fibers are scathed,

Scattered, and particles

Forgotten. Oh well,

Things happen and

It’s rotten.