26 June 2012
They always told me guard my heart For that is where my lifeblood starts. I learnt that lesson the hard way round, Learnt that moral with a frown. So I made a promise grave, Not to be their open slave. I go out at the grey dawn And search for all things lost and forlorn, A wire coat hanger or maybe seven, Bike handlebars with the bell still on them, A beartrap as a booby device To protect it's treasure extra nice, Some duck down to make it not so harsh On my little limping heart, Some moss as well to make it cosy enough So it doesn't get cold and tough, A few trinkets to show it off, Wrap it up in silken cloth. Wire cutters and pliers from the shed toolbox, From these things I found make an iron box. A little cage, not as a stopper For love flowing out but to stop graverobbers Taking the ruby I should have protected and prized Long before our love boat capsized. Fashion a lock and a tiny key From a snuffbox and some cogs and wheels, There it will stay in it's little cage Beating away 'til the end of the age. No-one ever see's from other's points of view, It sounds harsh but that is true. They're always more concerned with there own protection While I went around throwing out affection. No-one sees through my own eyes, They all just perfect their disguise. So now I'll become just like them Preserving my own precious gem, Protecting my own injured heart. If I don't you'll only tear me apart. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inspired by Guard My Heart by the awesome Bowling for Soup and Proverbs 4:23: Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.
©Delilah
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