ForAnother Posted December 5, 2005 Share Posted December 5, 2005 If there were calouses of the heart, I would behold the steal plate of hearts. Like you, I saw the early beginnings when a pin pr!k felt weirdly good. So pursue as you and I did, hearts rubbing on hearts, with a rose growing in between. When spring came those thorns they began to grow. And with every day after, we each began to find bigger needles that led to the nails, the knives, and the spears, do you remember? If I still had my heart, I know that those weapons wouldn't hurt. I've learned to block and parry, and dance with grace, taking your every move, and relaxing my heart, before you step. So it won't hurt so much this time. the initial gouges you took of me, have diminished into the slightest of scratches, which make my plate lose its shine. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ShySoul Posted December 5, 2005 Share Posted December 5, 2005 Nice imagry.... beautiful roses turning to thorns to spears, a battle raging within your heart. Hope that you feel better and get over the pain that you have felt. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Serendipity1607307077 Posted December 7, 2005 Share Posted December 7, 2005 Beautiful poem, with so much thought and meaning.. I hope you get past your pain. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ForAnother Posted December 14, 2005 Author Share Posted December 14, 2005 Thank you. I hoped to round it out at the end, that it only made scratches to my plate heart. Sure I am caloused and broken in, but marks still remain though, I don't suffer as badly. That is what I intended. Thanks for both of your responses, things are going well, and life is slowly but surely picking up for me. -ForAnother Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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