My heart…
You mean that infected…
Throbbing lump of darkness in my chest?
That never ending pit of fear?
An unfeeling mass of shriveled tissue.
My heart…
A metaphor for love
For understanding and hope
Attachment
Always ends in disappointment.
My heart…
Few have held it.
Dropping it quickly
As the acid eats through their skin
Fearing that which is defective
My heart…
Can be healed.
But there is no one
Who has stood up to the challenge
And survived the wait
My heart…
Will take time to bloom
To show its bright red petals
To the one
Who holds the key
Who can whisper ‘I love you’
And make me believe
They are there to stay.
That they won’t leave me all alone
My heart…
Is not made of steel
But made of glass
Broken glass that can be reassembled
Into the beautiful figurine
It once was.
My heart will one day open only to one who holds…
That key…
That special tone…
In the way they say….
I love you.
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 Snowflake Maker · Sun Nov 23, 2008 @ 03:45am · 0 Comments |
