Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Heart on a Sleeve

A heart on a sleeve

is a sensitive thing

It beats

for all the world to see

It bares and breaks

again and again

It aches; it aches

it can not mend

It bleeds; it disturbs

a discomfort to all

Cringes back with the pain

of all it can't solve

It wonders; it ponders

It braces itself

While others are safe

tucked away on a shelf

It waits; it longs

It reaches out

"Is anyone out there?",

one hears it shout.

A heart tucked away

is safe and secure

It hurts no longer

but loves

no more

It withers

and shrinks

away from malaise

The cavernous body

No longer ablaze

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