My Heart

The heart goes through much for love

My young and barren heart,
So cold and fickle.
Devoid of love, yet holding no hate.
At what point through our journey,
Did you become so brittle?
Did drowning in loneliness make you go damp?
Sinking ever deeper into despair,
Letting no light make its camp.
Or did the scorching flames of betrayal sear you?
Misplaced trust fueling the anger inside.
Lie after lie fueling the fire,
Leaving you darker than the pitch black sky.
Are the mangled claws of fear that ingrained into my chest?
How deep must these wounds be,
To have me lose hope for tomorrow’s best.
Love is a rose covered in thorns sharper than any blade.
To hold such a beautiful flower,
sacrifices must be made.
The walls erected to hide all of life’s shames must be torn down.
As the pain of the thorns is fleeting,
More so when true love is found.
So I plead with you my heart.
Do not tremble and I beg for you not to break.
Soon in your hands a rose there will be.
All I ask of you,
my weary heart.
Is for you to beat strong and wait.