Beneath the shadow lies,
My soft and somber cries,
Painful memories cutting deep,
My body is their swollen sheath,
My heart it doth embrace you,
Yet I am forced to turn away,
Emptiness overcomes me,
Death a mere glance,
Your eyes are so dark and deep,
Black pools of lost innocence,
Your heart is made of steel,
Unbroken and unbreakable.
Mine is not.
Your heart is the heart of a
Your heart is the heart of a poet...Tender and sensitive.....Just like your poem...nice work...heather