What's meant...to be known

{|The Soul heart|}

Not looking at you nor at myself.

My soul contains something very special indeed.

That I eye all the time in my heart shelf.

I dont contain any sign of greed.

or any way of words that hurt.

And If I did wouldn't my soul crack?

And fall to the solid wrong turn.

In which the pieces can't be packed.

 

The heart of my soul can be alive.

or dead.

Though for it can't lie,

Because is something it will never regret.

Then soon my heart's soul will die.

And never reappear.

In which the time.

Soon will go on by with so many fears...