for fear of it being mistreated, misused, cut or bruised.
and as time went on and she grew older, the tower that protected it became taller and stronger, brick by brick.
nothing and no one could neither get inside nor tear it down
and inside her tower lived but one single beating heart. her heart.
slowly losing color, losing faith, losing life day by day.
it sat in a small box, boarded up by the locks and chains of insecurity, fear, vulnerability, truth; all the things that made the walls build up to be so tall.
and with the sunrise and night fall of every new day that came to pass, her heart began to gray and grow tough, resembling that of a cold stone.
for that is what her heart became.
in effort to protect it from any harm, she was the one to do the most damage
and it was a shame
a sad, sad shame
-S
in effort to protect it from any harm, she was the one to do the most damage
and it was a shame
a sad, sad shame
-S
