Crystal heart
Protected by stone
Hosts an army, a battalion, and signs screaming
Go home
Turn around, it's not worth the fight
I'll stay here in the dark
Concealed by the night
Open doors won't hold me back anymore
They're shut good and tight
Covered for good measures by a thick layer of ice
So when I snap
Bicker and
Act cruel throughout the day
Know that all I truly want
Under all my defences
Is for you to
Stay
YOU ARE READING
inked emotions ➸ poetry
Poetrywhen you asked if I'm okay and I said I was fine, this is what I meant to say //poems I write when I don't know how to deal with my life and myself//
