I have a fragile heart.
One could easily shoot it with a dart.
But one should take care of its heavy shield.
For my heart does not easily yield.
One may wonder how a heart could be so weak.
As a weak heart leads only to a future that is bleak.
But in my mind all I have known; that secrets lies behind everything that is shown.
For I know that my heart is not so weak.
It only may seem so, but I know the havoc it could wreak.
If others knew of my heart's condition.
So I say it is so, being weak to even a sorrowful rendition.
But I cannot keep what is hidden in my heart for long.
For it desires and hungers; bursting with song.
But still I must say for now that I have a fragile heart; one that could be taken out by a dart.
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Morose Sunsets
PoetryA collection of very short poems that I hold dear to me. Not even sure if some of these are poems. Each of them are actually in relation to future characters in some of my current and future stories.
