Pouring Out My Heart
When I was a child,
A wall built up around my heart.
A sturdy wall; a high wall,
A prison of pain.
My father
The bastard.
Fastened that wall with his bare hands.
Brick and blood mix well
They are hard to break.
Then you came.
My heart expanded,
Tempting that ill thing...
That horrible brick structure
Inside of me.
When you kissed me,
The wall caved in.
My heart grew; my capacity to love became
unmeasurable.
You complete me. You melt me.
Every touch quivers me,
The new vulnerable me.
The soft, touchable me.
I love you.
You broke my wall,
But not my heart.
I love you.
A wall built up around my heart.
A sturdy wall; a high wall,
A prison of pain.
My father
The bastard.
Fastened that wall with his bare hands.
Brick and blood mix well
They are hard to break.
Then you came.
My heart expanded,
Tempting that ill thing...
That horrible brick structure
Inside of me.
When you kissed me,
The wall caved in.
My heart grew; my capacity to love became
unmeasurable.
You complete me. You melt me.
Every touch quivers me,
The new vulnerable me.
The soft, touchable me.
I love you.
You broke my wall,
But not my heart.
I love you.
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