I started using poetry to speak
Now my dependency is at it’s peak
For when i talk my heart is not within reach
Not until i rhyme like a pastor would preach
Not until the walls around my soul are breached
And my central vulnerable core is reached
A part of me I often hide
Guarding it’s innocence with pride
For it may not be today or tomorrow
When one may infect my being with sorrow
Spreading deep and wide
Depending on what i chose to hide
Just imagine if i wasn’t prepared
If every day leading up to it I was purely scared
Watching the other shoe slowly cascade Watching the potential flower of love fade
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