a heart beats within me
whispering secrets of my soul
giving little peeks of my life
only this heart
has too many scars
too many cuts
only this heart
has nothing to guard
has nothing to hide
i confess my life, my soul
to this very heart
which pumps life into my whole
bleeding as it serves to let me live
my confessions are forever unknown
unless my life turns to stone
then my heart is dead; left alone
to be discovered; drained and thrown
every story revealed
every lie
every breathe
my humiliations, my desperations
my errors, my horrors
my passion, my obsession
my insecurities, my vulnerabilities
my defiance, my violence
my jubilation, my contentments
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