there are vines of ivy,
wrapped around my heart.
protecting it,
from the way of harm.
vines of ivy,
some might say,
are just an excuse to hideaway.
my vines of ivy,
are really strong.
fortified with the thought,
of something going wrong.
my vines of ivy,
they wilted once.
Failing to protect me,
from the pain yet to come.
there are vines of ivy,
wrapped around my heart.
protecting it,
from the way of harm.
YOU ARE READING
Vines of ivy.
PoetryA poem about protecting your heart and not letting your guard down, especially after it happened once already.
