watch yourself,
you young one.
the ice is thin
on your beating heart.
you cross it so
impulsively,
hurried.
without care,
impetuously.
your shoes clacking
and cracking that
thin layer
i know, you want to just
burst forward!
but think about the kick back,
that icy water below
which has enveloped you before.
you've read your own words
in poem and prose
you've felt burning
searing love
before.
so, tread lightly
young one
and realize that this
could be just "another"
even if your sore heart
doesn't want to believe it.
it's awful, isn't it?
to be realistic instead of poetic
but enjoy it,
and continue to fall in love with
yourself
before you pull your heart up
uprooting it
to pass it to this one.