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Each one of these represent thoughts and feelings I have had. This blog serves as a journal for my consciousness. I can revisit and think how I felt before, and learn from myself. Writing my mind is an exercise that purges and purifies my heart. I hope you find something that resonates here.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Her Heart Isn't Broken

The above picture is by *amihedgehog and a print of her work can be purchased from Deviant Art.
Her heart wasn't broken,
it was simply asleep,
behind glass,
in the museum of her body,
in the suspension of her soul,
protected by the guardian of her mind.

She hadn't time for feeling,
things were waiting to be done,
so she kept her heart sedated
while this race of life was run.

She checked on her dear heart,
let it up when it was safe,
 let it love what couldn't hurt it,
she couldn't risk a break.

Her heart isn't broken,
it is simply asleep,
tucked in a safe place by an
overprotective mother,
it waits to escape.

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