#reservedheart
A story of the heart that is like no other tales;
with no twinkling fairies but tough trails.
Kept in years for someone to rescue and free;
or to chain in fear from the ropes of hurt, i foresee.
The heart is different compared from the norm;
a cold heart that can pause for a lady's warmth.
Let it be infinite years, love I can wait;
even time can't dictate when the foe is faith.
Now she made it despite the thorny trials;
bringing the warmth to melt the ice he feels.
Is this really the love I longed to have?;
ask the wondering heart to the mind above.
With the signs the heart embraced the warmth;
though it knows that it will be purged with storms.
Armored against the tides of greater hurt;
for this is not the fairy tale one asserts.
A reserved heart I kept for too long;
now in someones hands, heart be strong.
A love in a canvass of pure abstract art;
Painted in blood of the reserved heart.
- MKA
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 3:41 AM UTC