Lookin’ at my heart all battered and bruised,
I can’t help but wonder how I let it all get so bad
Tho my heart’s not shattered, the edges are quite tattered
You can tell it’s been well used
How can a heart so open and so pure, look so sad?
Why is it not shinning and brilliant?
It seems the more I open it up, the more damage it must endure
A true heart must always try to be prepared and remain resilient
For there are many dark hearts out there who see good intentions as good lure
How do you protect such a beautiful fragile thing?
All the while taking care not to jade it
Protection from the cruel chill some bitterly cold people bring
Trying to remember just what made it,
Forgetting any attempts made to break it
Never giving up, nor giving in, but continuing to move on
To be strong and always be sure to give your heart, that way no one can ever take it
If we all loved the way we should, we could all win
If we could all only trust each other enough instead of proving each other wrong
Look at the beauty that dwells down deep in the few who still give their hearts so willingly
See past the smile painted on their face, do you see their pain, isn’t that veil so thin?
Those battered beaten lil hearts may be damaged but they continue beating
Getting up after every fall hoping to finally find another heart just as welcoming
Another who not only see the power but the pain and imperfections too
Some one who loves it all and wants nothing more than to be at least a lil bit like you
The fake hearts hide their faces too afraid so they accept less than what they know they deserve
Stop the madness show your kindness, share your weakness, damn it show some nerve
If you can’t face your reality you’ll remain hurting with nothing to comfort you but your insanity
Wouldn’t you rather attain greatness and be just a lil bit like me?
©2013 Shavon Taylor