YO-YO HEARTS

Smiles and hugs,
they warm and touch so deeply.

But even a comfy blanket can caress,
only it doesn't speak words
it doesn't mean.

Life's too precious
to ever allow passions
a ride upon any tearful rollercoaster.

For tomorrow's hand meant for you
that you have yet to touch,
awaits somewhere you haven't been,
who will come without
any strings or promises,
left broken when the mood for roaming
becomes a craving wind.

Let the yo-yo's of fickle embraces
going so up and down,
be left as a toy someone else plays,
while you seek that purest one
who won't make you ever frown.