My body is warmed because of
the love you keep me in.
it's shot through my veins,
crawling through every bit of me.
my Young Heart yearns to escape
from my grasp & be held tenderly
by you because,
that's where it belongs.
it knows you'll take good care of it,
no attempts to hold it too tight,
or let it freeze out in the cold,
or let it slip from your grasp
to let it fall apart on the cold hard floor.
yet the wise brain keeps observing,
silently judging over thought and move,
then finally stops me to say,
are you being logical Young Heart?
embarrassment, stupidity,
over-conscienceless steps in
& the Young Heart returns to
it's holding place in my chest.
stitching itself itself shut,
closing the heavy metal bars
to her prison cell.
I'm just being unrealistic,
how foolish of me.
Young Heart you have a long
way to go before your strong,
before you may be freed.
i must learn to treat a heart
tenderly, as he treats my own.
never freezing and locking it
away as my own Young Heart.
I am sorry Young Heart,
you never deserved this,
but it must be done, fight
for his love and break free
Flee from me.
