jargon
June 17th, 2009, 01:29 PM
My heart
A cup of white sand
Encircled by soft cloth words
Of patronizing parents
Sheltered from the coming dawn
In the shade of their lies
Attempts to keep me pure
And innocent
And perfect
And everything the blazing fire ball of ‘their time’
Ripped from them in the oncoming of their blossoming
And then their wilting
And then without warning
The sun rises above the protective horizon
And shines it searing beams
Forever leaving an impression on my fragile heart
Now a milky bead of glass
Made of kiln formed sand
And fate decides
If it is shattered
By these new intense feelings
The pressure and the heat of sudden found danger and emotions
Or if it is hardened
And preserved forever
Within a body of steal and copper
A cup of white sand
Encircled by soft cloth words
Of patronizing parents
Sheltered from the coming dawn
In the shade of their lies
Attempts to keep me pure
And innocent
And perfect
And everything the blazing fire ball of ‘their time’
Ripped from them in the oncoming of their blossoming
And then their wilting
And then without warning
The sun rises above the protective horizon
And shines it searing beams
Forever leaving an impression on my fragile heart
Now a milky bead of glass
Made of kiln formed sand
And fate decides
If it is shattered
By these new intense feelings
The pressure and the heat of sudden found danger and emotions
Or if it is hardened
And preserved forever
Within a body of steal and copper