A Heart, built up of brick walls and emptiness. So hollow you can hear the echos, from my chess to my finger tips. Tho my heart still pumps with hopes and dreams, yet also pumping negative things into my blood stream. My heart is a lock with no key, so the world can only see the exterior of me. For the people on the out side looking in, Let me explain it once and NEVER again:
I've locked every door or window that there is to look deep into my heart. So many emotions covered by loud laughter, dum jokes, and a smile that never fails to fade and turn gray. How can a heart heal when it's been: lied to, stolen from, riped, played with, taken for-granted, broken, and turned cold? How do you take so many emotions and put them all in one place? My heart aches everytime I feel like I've shown false emotion. How can I hide the fact that I'm drained out; so drained that I've never let anyone get closer than the exterior of me. Never to know when this bull shyt we call love is but, when i find out, it will have the privilege to find the key to my HEART
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
From The One Who's Kept There Herat Secret
Posted by ~Lil Mz. Writer~ at 7:31 AM
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did you write this? because if you did and not just copied and pasted it.. its really good! i feel you. The words choses and the contex of it is beautiful.
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