Journal: Poetry
-------------------------------------------Mood: Bored
I open my heart and let the words pour out for the world to read.
And listen close and hold my breath ‘cause applause is all I need
To keep my going…
Hands sewn clasped with nervous laughs
And sweating palms like bleeding hearts laid out on the operation table
Much like the game But not the same
’Cause it’s my heart
And that’s not right Not stable....
Here I lay
My heart at bay
But the contents dumped on paper with this pen
And here I am once again
In this same predicament.
So with these words one last time
I’ll steal your heart I’ll make you mine…
...Created 2008-07-22 17:48:23 [ View Past Journals ] [ View as Blog ] | 
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