Every time this happens
I feel it
Right, here

Every time
What seems like a layer of warm linen
Grows over my heart

But I fear
Because the longer my heart's in there
It forgets
How to be exposed
Like before

And I fear that day
When all of this goes away
When all layers at a time
Are ripped apart
And there
Lays my exposed heart

What a shame it is
That I expect that day
But expecting the worst
Is the way