My Silver Heart
My silver heart, what can it be?
Everything pure and divinity?
Not quite, actually far from
As it twists around my restless
thumb.
It stands for the heart I aim to
have
One of unconditional, powerful
love
Not that with broken shards.
One that beats for life
And overcomes
No imploding under pressure.
It stands for the metal I have
had
Coating my heart so I can
stumble through.
It gently lies around my neck
Protecting me from a malicious
wreck.
Words, they have pummeled
me,
"Gay...***...*****" ----- Please
get out of here!
My silver heart please help
Give me the strength and help
me shed a tear.
Tears of self-hate and loathing
But tears that pull me through.
Please silver heart, I'm begging
you.
Please help me pull through.
Copyright © Sam Carl | Year Posted 2012
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