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I truly wish I could have a caged
heart at times
I've gone through so many years, listening...
To it yelling
To it screaming
To it shrieking
To it roaring
To it cursing
To it crying
To it dying
But most of all, to it lying.
All so I don't suffer the bitter
and harsh truth
And what better way to cope
than with a heart that whispers
and weaves a grand tapestry of lies
But those threads spun are, in
fact, gossamer
There's always a heaviness with
lovely lies, lies that I have trained
my mind to believe
my nails dug deep out of nothing
but desperation
Hearts are wild by nature, by design
How that's just a mere understatement
There is nor will there ever be
a tame heart
As cliche as it sounds, it wants what it wants,
and would do all it can to get it
It will slip through the ribs,
be out of its cage only to come
back with a twisted knife sheathed into it
and I
I
must bear the pain
There's only so much I can listen to...
To put a end to the poisonous whispers
that were so seductive, that made me feel secure...
And now I struck a deal
Shaking hands with the power of my mind
and ***** my heart with the Sleeping
needle
So I can work for my own happiness,
for my dream of stability
When I have that in hand,
with the help of the mind,
I will wake up my heart
and truly set it free...
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
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I truly wish I could have a caged
heart at times
I've gone through so many years, listening...
To it yelling
To it screaming
To it shrieking
To it roaring
To it cursing
To it crying
To it dying
But most of all, to it lying.
All so I don't suffer the bitter
and harsh truth
And what better way to cope
than with a heart that whispers
and weaves a grand tapestry of lies
But those threads spun are, in
fact, gossamer
There's always a heaviness with
lovely lies, lies that I have trained
my mind to believe
my nails dug deep out of nothing
but desperation
Hearts are wild by nature, by design
How that's just a mere understatement
There is nor will there ever be
a tame heart
As cliche as it sounds, it wants what it wants,
and would do all it can to get it
It will slip through the ribs,
be out of its cage only to come
back with a twisted knife sheathed into it
and I
I
must bear the pain
There's only so much I can listen to...
To put a end to the poisonous whispers
that were so seductive, that made me feel secure...
And now I struck a deal
Shaking hands with the power of my mind
and ***** my heart with the Sleeping
needle
So I can work for my own happiness,
for my dream of stability
When I have that in hand,
with the help of the mind,
I will wake up my heart
and truly set it free...
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Listening to your heart is hard at times.
Your mind tells you one thing, the heart says another
and ends up doing something so **** impulsive.
Ugh..
Anyway, thank you so so much for 223 followers!
I'm truly grateful! ^^
Lyn ***
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