Somehow
It slips by me
The point in time
When I let myself care
I let down that steel wall
And allowed myself to be hurt
And every time I’m stabbed
Right through the heart
And through my back
The dagger sticks
Like a constant reminder
To watch what I do
To watch what I say
To keep up the guard
24/7
Where is the leak
That they sneak in through
Why can’t I just have a heart of ice
Instead of one with a crack
That they always find
That one weakness
That I can’t control
This poem really stuck out cuz it was the name of one of my poems...you cant tell people these days...never know when they are going to plagerise (however you spell) next
lol..not like i am accusing you of that...lol...i did really like it though...keep writing
(it's a great stress reliever)
ciao!
kimby mortenson