I turn to stone when you touch me,
Still, it’s not my truth,
I just don’t want you to see
That I’m soft and mushy…
How I’m always so blue,
That the night competes with me
Even more than you do.
I’m sorry if I seem heartless,
The way I run to hide,
Because I promise I’m not
Callous…
I just feel as though I’ve died.
Some say it’s cold hearted,
I say that’s another lie.
You see,
I just have the type of heart
That is safer kept inside.
a.l.c
This is beautiful, especially the last line.
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Thank you very much, friend 😊
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Powerful poem
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Such a beautiful and relatable poem. I can feel the hurt in your words.
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Wearing your heart on your sleeve can be dangerous. It makes us vulnerable. But, an open heart gathers more love, too. So, is it worth the risk?
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I think love always is. Love for another and love for oneself. Because we learn so much by loving anything at all. 💗
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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One big insecurity is what I got from this! Great piece!!
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Thank you!
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Love your first two lines!
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