My Heart Is Buried 'Neath The Ground
My heart is buried 'neath the ground
Where roots do cradle tight,
I ask my heart to sprout again,
To rise above my plight.
My heart is safe and wallowing
In soil that I have made,
No amount of nurturing,
Revives my heart,-- betrayed.
And I, do frequent somberly,
As I would a grave,
And ask my heart to vanquish him,--
My heart will never waive.
And I, bewildered and ashamed,
Bring my heart to him,
I long to feel a flutter,-- pray
This only is a whim.
Poetry by ardent.March
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Written on 2007-03-21 at 19:49
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