All the walking books
I have yet to read;
the human hearts that beat.
Soon to be acquaintances
or lifelong friends.
Some come and go as surface dwellers.
Others stay,
and come to know you better;
the roots of the tree
that gave birth to its branches.
Reveal to me more
than your shallow surface,
I want to know the deeper you,
the intricacies
that make up who you are.
I will build a bridge
between your heart and mine,
listen to understand.
I will choose to climb the ladder
leaving judgment on the shelf below.
Be unafraid to trust in intimacy.
Hide no part of you
bare your scars to me
for I have them too
my love will only grow
in light of all you show.
Be courageous in faith.
Share with me the wear and tear
of a human heart
Lovers bearing scars,
bare to me all
the unpretty things that make you beautiful.
©achosenword
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 4:32 PM UTC
All the walking books
I have yet to read;
the human hearts that beat.
Soon to be acquaintances
or lifelong friends.
Some come and go as surface dwellers.
Others stay,
and come to know you better;
the roots of the tree
that gave birth to its branches.
Reveal to me more
than your shallow surface,
I want to know the deeper you,
the intricacies
that make up who you are.
I will build a bridge
between your heart and mine,
listen to understand.
I will choose to climb the ladder
leaving judgment on the shelf below.
Be unafraid to trust in intimacy.
Hide no part of you
bare your scars to me
for I have them too
my love will only grow
in light of all you show.
Be courageous in faith.
Share with me the wear and tear
of a human heart
Lovers bearing scars,
bare to me all
the unpretty things that make you beautiful.
©achosenword
An extension of two earlier poems that seem to fit better together. I also wrote this because I have such a curiosity about people, a real desire to see beyond the mask of skin and get the know what's underneath; true beauty.
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