Climbing the heart wall
What is my heart like. How can you tell. You say it is gold And pure, doing well But how do you know, When we've just met.
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What is my heart like. How can you tell. You say it is gold And pure, doing well But how do you know, When we've just met.
I've been burnt by the fiery flames of love before Numerous attempts to mend...to fix my broken core Have faltered and failed beyond belief All that pain with no final relief.
He comes to us with his story. His brown eyes say not to worry. The tapestry of truth he weaves. Is laced with lies designed to deceive. Only I know him well enough. To see when he's being dishonest.
She lifts her eyelashes, Looks beneath her hair, Cocks her head, Intensely stares. He opens his mouth, Would he dare. There's a secret That they both share. She stays awake Just to worry at night.
I thought you were a friend, but I guess I was wrong, because you told my only secret, now I have none. It was personal and private, and when I asked you if you had told, you denied it.
With you I'm open. I cannot lie. With you I'm smitten. I can't deny. I feel so vulnerable. Truth crystal clear. I feel so naked. Whenever you're near. Every secret stripped. Nothing I can hide.
#trust #emotion She asked for it---I obliged She needed it---good reasons why She got it---no questions asked She broke it--- now that ship has passed.
#trust #emotion My hand is left searching for yours As you pull away from my bed. It can't be true those things That you claimed to have said.
#emotion #trust Acrylic on the surface, Cold satin, deep within, Laced thick with all my secrets, The key, kept 'neath the rim.
Thanks again to @taylergoatier for choosing my entry as the winner of her #deeplove competition, I feel very honoured especially given the high standard of entries.
Dont listen to her What she says is not true Don't wory 'bout him 'cos he knows that too She's shifting the blame 'cos she can't say sorry But that is no reason For you to worry Don't listen to...
A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
Laying my head on your pounding chest Knowing that being this close to you is the best Feeling a sense of relief And finally some self belief That no I'm not perfect But being my best friend is...
If I tell you a secret, Will you keep it safe for me. Only tuck it in your pocket, And simply let it be. If I confide my secret, Will you keep it by your heart.
Can you keep a truthful secret, In a box of lies. Can you keep it padlock tight, And hide from prying eyes. Can you shield it from the world, And can you hold it right.
Title help pretty pretty please??. The latch All rusty and old But strong no doubt Keeps a very firm hold I tug and tug Where is the key.
#household I look at your heart Bounded in chains Only one key Still remains Where could it be. I want to know All about you And the secrets you hold Where has it been hidden.
I always try to give people benefit of the doubt,I must, But still always have a niggling suspicious lack of trust I never give myself in any way 100 percent Untill I know for sure the facts and how...
I hate it. I really do. But when people you have known for so long just don't trust you, it's just painful. I mean, a small thing. Anything really, they won't share or let you keep.
Chapter 4 But I don't I dream of that I dream of the rescue mission that put my life in danger. I wake up covered in tears and sweat not registering where I am.
You used to share everything with me. Well not entirely everything, but the ones that you don't share are the trivial unimportant ones. Recently though, you've been keeping a lot of stuff from me.
Everyone's privelege to shift, Make the choice to spread the gift. Saps you of all your guts, Leaves you naked to your butts. It isn't a must, But I send it to all.
For each foretold mystery. The card of shame I hold. Tis now I realise peace and tranquility. Is blind to those who lies are told. You are the sweetness of peace. The ever bloom of a mystic flower.
Friends are true they always have you back. They support you in what you do and help you when your feeling down. True friends give you advice and tell you right from wrong.