The Vulnerable Heart
My Heart is the strongest muscle in my body,
but emotionally and mentally,
it is the weakest and most vulnerable
of all the muscles.
It makes me feel lonely
and yet in love at the same time.
The heart fools me into thinking
you were actually in love with me,
yet in reality it was never meant to be.
Love is fickle and cruel at times,
yet the heart is vulnerable.
So what can you do?
Well my heart has been trampled on,
stepped on, stabbed, and girls have just about killed me.
I’ve been denied Love,
I’ve been let down easy,
I’ve been told “ Oh It’s not you, “
and yet my heart the strongest muscle in my body,
is still beating, is still there,
and I am still alive but
my heart is still vulnerable.
Copyright © Shirley Hudson | Year Posted 2013
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