Lay My Heart Bare

Lay my heart bare, let it bleed and spill, Upon these pages, where silence once filled. With every tear, my story is written, In ink and in sorrow, my truth will be told. I rip my heart wide, like a book that's well-worn, Each scar is a reminder of battles I've borne. Let the words dance freely, unchained and uncouth, For you to witness my unvarnished truth. The whispers of love and the echoes of pain, Ink stains my fingers, like a lovers forgo. Each line a confession, each stanza a sigh, In the empire of my heart, there’s nowhere to hide. As shadows retreat in the light of your gaze, I offer my essence, my spirit ablaze. This canvas of paper, it cradles my fears, A testament laced through laughter and tears. So, take this raw offering, let it wash over you, A design woven with threads just for me and you. In the stillness of night, when the world seems asleep, I'll lay my heart bare, and together, we’ll weep. For in this communion, where silence breaks free, You’ll find all my hopes, my regrets, and my glee. Let our souls intertwine, like the ink on this page, In the story of us, where love is both tempest and wise. So here, in this moment, as the moonlight spills, My heart finds its echo in the space that it fills. Together, we’ll capture what the night has to give, In the rawness of truth, we will truly live. Jan 1, 2024