Years ago,
My heart was trapped.
Taken advantage of,
It was blinded by love.
I was comfortable.
Yes, I fell into a ditch
Surrounded by desire and passion
And
Burning flames of feeling needed and cared for.
But like I said,
It was comfortable.
Well, I’ve been told
One should not dwell on the past,
Even though experiences are what make you.
So, let me move on.
Years later,
My heart was discovered
By another.
He looked carefully at it, and at the damage that had been done.
This man, who was then a boy,
Decided my heart was worth something.
He gently picked it up in cupped hands,
Afraid it might fall, or run in fear of his touch.
He made a decision.
“I’m going to take a chance,” he thought.
And he said aloud, “Because this heart clearly needs healing.”
So, he took it with him.
In the care of this
Mature beyond his years,
Boy, the heart began to feel wanted again,
And it began to feel better and heal.
Little did the, now man, know that…
Six months later,
The heart and the woman it belonged to
Would have grown an unbreakable attachment to this man.
The woman was again in love.
Her heart was again trapped,
But not like it had been in the past.
It was certainly not taken advantage of,
But it was, indeed, blinded by love.
You may ask,
“What happened to the hero that picked up the fallen heart?”
And
“Where is the woman who fell in love with this man?”
Well, unfortunately,
Proximity has distanced them from each other,
But, luckily,
They have grown fonder and their love deeper for one another.
I’ll let you in on a little secret.
We don’t know what has happened
Six months after the man picked up the heart.
But
I am writing this on September 27, 2016,
As the man is speaking to me.
And never has my heart felt more
Comfortable, loved, and devoted.
Sure, a reader of this story might say
“This is so cliché!
It’s like any other love story…”
But if you knew the two people involved,
And the details of the relationship that fall through due to the sake of a poem’s content,
Then maybe, MAYBE,
You can pass a judgment on this story, this love, this unbreakable reality.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
Years ago,
My heart was trapped.
Taken advantage of,
It was blinded by love.
I was comfortable.
Yes, I fell into a ditch
Surrounded by desire and passion
And
Burning flames of feeling needed and cared for.
But like I said,
It was comfortable.
Well, I’ve been told
One should not dwell on the past,
Even though experiences are what make you.
So, let me move on.
Years later,
My heart was discovered
By another.
He looked carefully at it, and at the damage that had been done.
This man, who was then a boy,
Decided my heart was worth something.
He gently picked it up in cupped hands,
Afraid it might fall, or run in fear of his touch.
He made a decision.
“I’m going to take a chance,” he thought.
And he said aloud, “Because this heart clearly needs healing.”
So, he took it with him.
In the care of this
Mature beyond his years,
Boy, the heart began to feel wanted again,
And it began to feel better and heal.
Little did the, now man, know that…
Six months later,
The heart and the woman it belonged to
Would have grown an unbreakable attachment to this man.
The woman was again in love.
Her heart was again trapped,
But not like it had been in the past.
It was certainly not taken advantage of,
But it was, indeed, blinded by love.
You may ask,
“What happened to the hero that picked up the fallen heart?”
And
“Where is the woman who fell in love with this man?”
Well, unfortunately,
Proximity has distanced them from each other,
But, luckily,
They have grown fonder and their love deeper for one another.
I’ll let you in on a little secret.
We don’t know what has happened
Six months after the man picked up the heart.
But
I am writing this on September 27, 2016,
As the man is speaking to me.
And never has my heart felt more
Comfortable, loved, and devoted.
Sure, a reader of this story might say
“This is so cliché!
It’s like any other love story…”
But if you knew the two people involved,
And the details of the relationship that fall through due to the sake of a poem’s content,
Then maybe, MAYBE,
You can pass a judgment on this story, this love, this unbreakable reality.
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