Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Poetry, Instead of Tacos on Tuesday


I left my heart unguarded
From its bony cage be free.
It took a walk upon my arm
And rested on my sleeve.

There it sat alone
A beating mass of vulnerability.
It basked in love and love and hope
And then began to bleed.

It hurts to love, it cried
As it bled upon my arm.
Turn it off and make it stop
lock me up, safe from harm!

So I lifted it, tender and aching
And stuck it back within my chest.
Shut the bony bars around it
Locked it tightly, no more mess.

Now I keep a close watch on it
No more feelings no more pain.
The price we pay since then is
No more loss but no more gain.