40: PROTECTION

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How can one be heartless
If they've cried a thousand folds
If they've cried blood instead of tears
And watched the blood glide down like melting ice slipping on warm metal?

Through sleepless night,
My emotions are dulled
Yet my heart beats to the rhythms of my dreams.

My heart is like a warn out ship still sailing through uncharted lands
It is broken though not removed.
Stitches replace the people that have touched my heart.

I thank them for there time and lessons. They have taught me well, I'm a slow learner but I learn in the end.

The rules that the taught me are:

1) Don't trust too quickly
2) Love is in the eyes not staring down at there feet
3) Holding hands is one of the best things that shows you they care
4) Don't be such a coward, just do it even if your heart is in your throat and you second guess your self just ask them.
5) Love is Love it comes in all shapes, sizes and genders.

You call me heartless but I have just learned to use my heart less.

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