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Jan 4
My heart is a sword in stone
The walls surrounding it are impenetrable
Some would say more difficult to break than bone
Only the rightful will be able to draw my affection
No this is not pretension but only the most selective, honest and true placement of intention
But could that be my affliction
Being so guarded that I’m also blinded to the pure curiosity and interest of another
It makes me wonder

am I the reason I suffer

Eh, could be an option
I don’t think it’s wrong to lead with caution
In other words my heart is not up for auction

As It is just the most
important decision

I must move with only sincere fragility
Which takes much resiliency
For it is the only path
to true intimacy

Only the most patient and worthy
Will be bestowed such a trophy
A gift of the most rare
to be able to show one’s self so bare
Written by
OD
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   OD
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