February 23, 2023
The many heavily guarded walls protect my scared heart,
Yet somehow I remain with a silver plater upon my hand with my heart laid on display for you.
Countless times being served to you in an offering past all the guards,
To be swept away to the ecstasy of my love specifically reserved.
Continuously being turned away by you,
Having the plater return with a small sliver dying off each time.
One day knowing that the once heavy silver plater,
Will return with nothing but a small drop of blood left.
That is when I know I no longer have a heart to give to you.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
