Locked heart
There's a lock upon my heart,
The key, a ghost I can't impart.
I've tried to turn the rusty blade,
But all the promises are made
Of glass that shatters at a touch,
I want to give, but not so much.
I build a wall of careful stone,
And in its shadow, sit alone.
I fear the hand that reaches out,
And plant the seeds of certain doubt.
A single word can be a knife,
And cut the fragile thread of life.
So I am armor, cold and gray,
To keep the gentle things away.
And you, who try to see inside,
Must face the fortress that I hide within.
