My Heart

The one thing I could never live without... 

Is my heart. I am a man who does not 

Wear his heart on his sleeve for fear 

That it might get hurt. So I hold it close to 

My chest and protect it like a newborn baby 

Afraid and seeking nothing more than a soft embrace 

And care. Emotions, thoughts, words; none of these  

Would be possible without my guardian and mentor. 

My heart has taught me all that I know. 

How to love, how to fear, and how to learn. 

The day when my heart decays is when  

I lose my sense of self, and I fear the day 

That I experience something so terrible  

That it crumbles to dust.  

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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