My Desk
My desk was once a fallen ancient tree,
And I was never what I want to be.
My heart was once a sheltered enemy,
Until these walls were opened up for me.
And now I write my heart into its grain,
This desk is strong and manages my pain.
Your halo heart to which I will remain,
Upon my desk until you come again.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2012
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