Poetry: “Lock”

Something a little moody…

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Poetry: “My heart”


My heart


I carry my heart upon my sleeve

Though it’s a foolish act

To let it sit so openly

Exposed to all that harm


I carry my nerves upon my skin

Where they throb and pulse

They swell with all my troubles

Until they’re fit to burst


I carry my hopes upon a string

Like a kite they flutter high

Though when the weather turns on me

My dream kite crashes down


I carry my dreams upon my tongue

Both the bitter, and the sweet

I let them linger in my mouth

Until they are forced away