I was naive,
so stupid.
I wasn't wise.
I wasn't quick
like a snake is.
I wasn't on guard,
i wasn't guarding
my heart.
I thought I could
do it; that I would
be fine.
But then my heart
without it's guard up
was tossed around
and played with
like a toy
and tossed away
carelessly
like it was trash;
my heart broken
like glass.
Now my heart
has healed
and has learned
to be on guard.
Guard your heart
above else,
for it determines
the course
of your life.
~~~
A/N: Proverbs 4:23 and Psalm 34:18.
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Poetry
PoetryJust a book of poetry that I've already written and some poems that I've recently written that I'll share. They're not in order, so warning, haha. Poetry is just where I feel like I can really be me and be real and where I can really talk. ~ ~ ~ Co...
