Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Buried Beneath...

Before you find a center within
You must start to begin-
Green pointed shields of strength prick
But do not fear this small nick
Once you shed the layers that be
You will find me waiting patiently

This heart can be easily pierced
Losing all sense of fierce
Peeled bare, this is rare,
No longer able to repair-
Lifted by the torque of your fork
Spiraled into the depths of you
This wound is consumed

I have been bought and sold
But you said I was worth gold
  And once you peeled me back
my heart center collapsed
So deep within me
lays the heart that be
 Now open and free

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