Three Tombstones

As I don’t squeeze out my hearts puss to humor all and sundry
I’ll not open it up for the world to smell its scent of roses
I’ll not sing my heart’s song either for at times it turns a dirge
or burst my hearts capsule of emotions lest all know I was all human
And the world will see me now, as it’s always seen me before

As I don’t open my eyes so their flood gates drown the oceans
I’ll keep them wide shut lest their sparkle blind the earth
I’ll not show the pictures my eyes took and risk to scare the timid
or the reel of my eyes record so we all know the world is mean
And the world will see me strong as it’s always seen me before

As I don’t open pages of my life so my foul deeds soil the innocent
I’ll not open them so their wisdom turns the world upside-down
I’ll will not tell my story for sometimes it ends a tragedy
or open the library of my life so the world learns through my lessons of pain
And the world will love me now, as it always done before

And that hour will come to pass
as we gather to lay three white lily wreaths on the three tombstones
Here lies the heart that never learnt to love, the first will read
The eye that saw no evil on the second tombstone it will be written
Here rests a life adored by all and loved by no one, the third tomb will read